Seductive Ink นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They wanted me desperate. They wanted me here. I pressed my bleeding palm against the signature line, leaving a dark crimson print instead of ink. The metallic scent mixed with hers—clean antiseptic, cool jasmine, and that unmistakable omega sweetness that still made my cock twitch even as my body failed. The memory hit me hard.

Not wood. Ink. Thick, black, glossy ink welled up from the crack, bubbling like tar brought to a slow boil. It surged higher, spreading out, swallowing stray pages with soft, hungry sounds. The words on those pages dissolved the instant they touched the surface, letters unraveling into nothing. The crack widened, running under my grave marker, around the base of the coffin, spider‑webbing outward in crooked veins. Ink rose like quicksand around the book‑coffin and the scattered manuscript pages, lapping at the laptop’s edge, at the wine bottle’s bottom, at the notebooks’ bent corners

My mind spun…and when he flicked his thumb softly, over and across and around the aching swell of my clit while his talented fingers dove in and out of my tight little box, I blew. “Hmmm…yessss…” Breath panted out of my body as I creamed yet again all over his fingers. I shuddered. I inked. Well, maybe I didn’t kink, but if I could ink like a squirming octopus, then by God that’s what I did. And it felt so good! I fell back against the arm of the couch. Sensation quaked throughout my body.

the feeling of her breaking. "They are 'Mining' us, Silas," Lyra whispered, her sapphire eyes bright with a soul-shattering clarity. "The Shadow-Heir is using the 'Author’s Ink' to convert our biological history into 'Direct Sensory Packs'. If we don't stop the auction, we won't have a past left to remember."

CONTENT: Vaginal sex, oral sex, Modern fantasy, hand job, squirting. CHAPTER 1 I met my witch friend in her driveway. She was wearing a floral maxi skirt with a frail white shawl wrapped around her. She looked like the perfect image of a witch as she carried a small basket with tiny glass bottles out of her house. She grabbed three bottles from the basket. “Here’s the three servings you asked for. Each serving lasts about an hour, but don’t give your man more than one a day. And yes, you can drink with it.”

"Then begin." She opened the book. The pages were heavy vellum, script ink written in flowing black. She breathed in and started reading, her voice deepening as she became caught up in the book. It was rich and sensual, of the god's coming, the scent of rain and mature grain that clung around him, the fear of the gentleness of his hands.

His hand strokes down my breasts. “There is you and me, we are fucking, and you stop. You drag me out of the room, into one of the rooms at Seductive Vibrations. Men and women are watching while you fuck me there. Slowly the single men join in. I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men.” I peek at him. His face is still perfect. Is he hiding how he feels?

I pulled him off from his seat to the dance floor. I danced through the rhythm, moving my body in a seductive manner as I twerk on him, making him touch every part of my body without hesitation. Things between us started getting heated and I know he too felt it too, the budge evident on his pants tells me so. I took his hand to grope my ass as I pressed my boobs to his chest, taking my feet inches high and whispering into his ear, “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget that this world exist” I kissed his neck, drawing him into my temptation, he smacked my ass in agreement as he pulled me into the best kiss I have ever had.

They’re opposites in every aspect of life, still there was one thing they had in common- an attraction towards each other. He suddenly drew her closer to himself, clinging unto her tightly and her breath hitched due to the suddenness of the action. He stared down at her with a risque smile on his face- she’s a head shorter than he was, so she looked up to him and realized how close their bodies were. They were so close. She was so close to him that she caught sniffs of his expensive Jasmine scented cologne, could feel his rhythmic pulsation, his soft breaths as his exhales gently landed on her skin, sending shivers of ecstacy down her spine. Fetish.

Her eyes opened widely immediately he locked his lips with her , but he just kept on kissing her and he gently bit her lips with made her open her mouth This gave him the opportunity to delve in , kissing every corner of her mouth. She slowly reach up and wrapped her hands around his neck as they deepened the kiss. He slowly moved her back wards as he caged her with his hands to the wall and they kept on smooching, sucking on each other's lips like their lives depended on it. Jasper had no idea why he was doing this , but he just suddenly craved for it and he went for it ,right now after all he went through with the assassin he definitely needed this . Belle on the other hand had no idea why