Sexual Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I don't know why my eyes were so hot like they were ablaze and it also seemed like my inner body was wreaking havoc against each other. The feelings was strange but I had no strength to leave the bed. I thought I was about to have my first shift so I closed my eyes and took deep breaths in readiness, but instead of experiencing those bone cracking and muscle enlarging and reforming, I started to feel an extreme fury burning inside me. I was getting furious at what I couldn't lay hand on, and had no power to control it, then so strangely, began to feel the presence of two beasts inside me. One was a wolf but the other was something I couldn't explain and it seemed to be the reason for the sud

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

I said, moaning as my hands got busy with her hair, slightly pulling,then massaging her scalp, making her relax more into me as I claimed her lips in a sweet kiss. .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. Several thoughts ran through my mind as I sat on his thighs, moaning and feeling the moisture in between my core. But I thought it was a taboo for a king to kiss or mate his pet,but why’s mine different? As if to answer my question,he turned me over in a way that he was lying on top of me on his king sized bed. His hands moved down to my core as he rubbed the surface, erupting a scream from me……as I began to pant and thrash on the bed.

The disdain in my voice shocked even me. He growled and enclosed his large hands on the left-over skin I couldn’t hold. A whimper left my lips. Unlike my previous caress, his strokes were fierce. Each pull made my knees weaker. Why did it feel so good? It had to be his pheromones. It had been some time since I had sex. Having sex with some random chick or guy was never my thing. It felt uncomfortable being in the presence of alphas and omegas alike. Ryder never liked my abstinence. He tried to set me up on any and everyone. I often canceled. My libido was non-existent anyway.

I moan with immense pleasure, feeling like he was transporting me to a state of pure ecstasy. I straddled him, positioning myself above him, and placing my hands on his chest. He grasped my hair and kissed me passionately. With his hands on my hips, he thrust upwards, lifting his buttocks from the floor. As the night wore on, our passionate lovemaking continued, fuelled by the intensity of our desires and my supernatural abilities. The crack in the floor beneath us served as a reminder of the power we possessed, both in our love and physical strength. We explored our deepest desires and pushed each other to new heights of pleasure, then lay exhausted on the floor. Our bodies intertwined, our

Thank God for these dim lights; nobody can see or notice anything. I continue grinding against her, and she grinds against my crotch. She enjoys the excitement too, rubbing against me and smiling mischievously. This heat between us keeps escalating. I can't hold back any longer; I pull her towards me, turning her to face me, and I kiss her passionately. My hand instinctively moves to her buttocks, squeezing firmly. That naughty girl grabs my penis and starts caressing it over my pants.

Dexter groans, his voice husky with desire, as he drove into her with primal intensity. The rhythmic collision of skin against skin, accompanied by the enticing squelching sounds of her arousal, created a primal rhythm that synchronized with the rapid tempo of their hearts. "Damn you're so wet for me," he mumbles lustfully as he reveled in the sight of her arousal coating his manhood. The room was permeated with the heady scent of passion, a captivating blend that fueled their carnal dance. As his manhood plunged into her core, the friction, and heat intensified with each rhythmic movement, sending waves of rapture coursing through their entwined bodies.

Her grip on me tightens, bordering on painful, but I revel in the pleasure it brings. “Xavier, it hurts,” she cries out, her toes curling up and her body thrashing on the sheets. The sound of her screams fills the room, echoing off the walls. As I reach my climax, my wolf-like instincts retreat, and I release jets of my seed, flooding her womb. With a sense of satisfaction, I feel my erection slowly return to its normal state. We both pant heavily, the air filled with the scent of sweat and desire. As I carefully withdraw from her, I hear her hiss in discomfort. Her juices, a testament to our passionate encounter, soak the bedsheets, leaving a lingering scent of arousal in the air.

Tight but pleasurable,’ thought the naughty woman, her mind running wild until she felt an instant itch! Axel climbed onto the bed and merged their bodies, no romantic whispers to start it off. Why bother being romantic with a call girl, right? What matters now is to penetrate, thrust, and withdraw! Achieving satisfaction, that’s Axel’s goal. To hell with all the romance. Axel never did it, except with Aura back then. Even then, Axel didn’t know how he could be romantic with Aura? After all, back then Axel knew Aura was a call girl, right? Was it a coincidence? Anyway, why dwell on the past? It’s better now to enjoy the body of the woman beneath him!

The newly exposed skin of my chest is instantly covered as Rhode dots kisses and soft bites across the skin, his hips continuously rocking into me. The bookshelf behind me digs into the skin of my bag but I don't even care, in fact I think I rather like it. A lot of the time when Rhode and I have sex it's very slow and smooth and romantic, but other times it's hard and fast and rough. Comparing the two is really like comparing apples and oranges, I like both ways a lot, it truly just depends on the mood we're in. And right now this is what we both want and need, to just bury ourselves in one another. I'm completely consumed by him; in the way he smells, his lips on my chest, his hands on m