Sensual Novels Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was on his knees, degrading himself for this woman, and he had never been more turned on in his life. He slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them upward to find the rough, sensitive spot he had read about in books. She cried out, her back arching, her hips bucking against his face. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

My gaze fell onto those dilated pupils that seemed to draw me in urging me to drown in my carnal desires. "Sera," I called out in a deep husky voice. "Mmm," replied Sera with her heart pounding hard against my chest and I could feel it. There was one word I could use to describe this scene: Sexy! Incredibly Sexy! I felt a divine sensation spreading all over my body from all te caressing I was doing to her ass under the skirt. She had gone commando and for this very reason I was already lowing my mind. I was keenly kneading her ass with a gruff groan escaping my throat while gulping hard with my adam's apple bobbing up and down and saliva sliding down my throat involuntarily.

Sloane reached up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down, her mouth crashing against his in a kiss that tasted like a war. It wasn't romantic; it was a collision of two people who wanted to consume each other. Julian groaned into her mouth, his tongue invading her space with a dominance that mirrored his business tactics. He wanted every part of her, and he wanted it now. His hands slid down her body, gripping her hips and hoisting her up onto the desk, scattering the remaining papers like confetti. He didn't waste time with gentleness, his fingers diving under her skirt and finding her already soaking wet.

Every sense heightened because they know what’s coming. By the time they reach the chamber, they’re desperate. Clothes already half undone. Mouths finding each other before the door even closes. The author would describe it in detail. The taste of wine on someone’s lips. The scratch of fabric. The way skin feels when you’ve been wanting to touch it for hours. I may have thought about this more than is strictly professional. Senna EMAIL From: quillan.west@privatemail.com To: s.holt@cityarchives.org

Lorenzo nibbled on my earlobe groaning as he rubbed his erected hardness against my buttocks, his arms brushing against my sides for his hands shamelessly feel my skin over the silk lingerie. It was dark, I couldn’t see properly. Panic and dread flowed through me. As good as his touch felt, I couldn’t shake the guilt that engulfed me. Lorenzo, however, shared a different notion. His lips eagerly slanted over the length of my neck sucking and licking, a growl left his mouth as he inhaled deeply. Simultaneously, his hand moved lower and lower till it rested over my crotch. I threw my head back as my eyes closed shut. His long fingers tapped my clit over the silk, my legs clenched tight. Oh god

’ ‘Y-you do? ‘Scent, touch, hearing, sound, taste—seduction uses all the senses, not just one. It’s about taking over someone’s mind and body until they’re no longer capable of rational thought—until they want just one thing and one thing only—until they’re reduced to an elemental state where nothing matters but the moment.’ Sophia felt dizzy. ‘I think I might need to rename my candle.’ ‘I’m sure there are men out there who would be only too happy to use a scented candle as a prop. I’m just not one of them.’

His hot breath ghosted over my sensitive folds, making me twitch. “Kane… you don’t have to—” “I want to,” he growled. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you since I walked through that door yesterday.” His tongue dragged slowly through my folds, licking me from entrance to clit in one long, broad stroke. I cried out, my back arching off the couch. The sensation was overwhelming, wet, warm, and impossibly intimate. Kane groaned against me, the vibration sending sparks through my core. “You taste so fucking sweet like honey and sin.”

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Such kind of novels only deserve this kind of ending. Huffing, Seraphine vocalized, “This is all Kayden’s fault! If he didn’t have this novel at his library, I wouldn’t have been tempted!. Even if he has desires and gets horny, he shouldn’t touch such novels. What the heck? Is he a pervert or something? Does he have weird fetishes? It couldn’t be that he aspires to be like the male lead or the female lead even of such novels. That just gave me chills. No way that is the case.”