Silent Lover 2 Novels & Stories

In the damp, lightless hollow of the Maw, surrounded by the ash and flame of the dead, the Prince and the Sovereign collided. It wasn't a mating of intellect and elegance. It was a "Siren’s Lament" played on skin and bone. Silas took her with a lethal intensity, his movements a rhythm he’d honed over a thousand sleepless nights of dreaming of her. He claimed her with a dark, twisted possessiveness that made the breeding cycle Xander wanted look like a children’s game.

Fuck. “Yu...” My voice hoarse, tangled with sharp breaths. Slipping aside my underwear his fingers caress my clit and southern regions as though discovering treasures he knew were there. Hungrily, my hips moved into his touch, his fingers sliding gently into me. They curl and toy with me until my voice hitches as he finds my spot. Gasping at the sensation my fingers dig into his back and his mouth found mine again. Greedier. Hungrier.

I expressed, and our night was filled with moans and pleasures. THE END. My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting my story. It means so much to me. Love lots! Lovesassydreamer F*: Lovesassydreamer writes Email: love.sassydreamer@g***l.com

We walked into the main living space, and I turned to my men. “ Go fetch a platter of food from the kitchen and bring it to our chambers.” Without haste, I closed the door behind me while Meara huffed and scolded under her breath. I gently sat her down on the couch. Giving her a smile, she crossed her arms in frustration while I poured us some drinks. “ Now, Sleeping Beauty, surely you know something about mates and destined love since your spirit animal, Merilla, has a mate.” I handed her the drink, which she just stared at.

Cassian’s P.O.V. “I love you, Cassian.” A soft, lilting voice drifted through the thickness of my half-conscious haze, pulling me out of relaxing sleep. I groaned as that voice persisted, repeating this statement like a chant. My mind protested. “Who the hell is whispering a love confession into my sleep?” Ignoring that voice, I tried to sleep again. But this time, it sounded louder—warm, desperate, and trembling with emotions. “I love you, Cassian.”

"You thought I was a fool?" She knew it was useless arguing him. "Why are you silent, couldn’t answer?"" "My silence means I am tired of fighting and there is nothing left to fight for, I am tired of explaining my feelings to you but now I don't have the energy to explain them, right now I am on a self healing process and I am trying to forget everything that I ever wanted from you, I have always adapted to the changes in my life and even now I'm going to adjust and I'm not complaining, I am just trying to move on gracefully with all my dignity, I will definitely return your money, sorry and thanks for everything.” with that she walked away tears clouding her vision, rubbing it with the back

Silvester left the room with tears streaming down her face. Mr. Silvester, seeing the severity of the situation, summoned Alex and Revilla for assistance. Thirty minutes later, when Alex and Revilla arrived, Eryx remained in the same place. Mr. Silvester escorted Mrs. Silvester away to provide them with privacy. Both Alex and Revilla were taken aback by Eryx's condition. Revilla knelt in front of him and gently touched his shoulder. He hugged her tightly and began to cry, his heart heavy with sorrow. Revilla felt her own heart sink, trying to comfort him while Alex attempted to console him as well.

When his fingers reached the edge of my panties, I let out a soft moan. "Is this what you want, Amore?" Silas asked. He slid two fingers inside me. I gasped, my head tossing back. He was so warm, and I was so ready for him. He started to move his fingers in and out, finding a rhythm that made my toes curl. His thumb found my clit and started to rub in small, slow circles. "Oh, Silas," I moaned, my hands gripping the silk sheets. "That’s it," he whispered, his voice smooth and dark. "I want to hear your sweet voice. Tell me how good it feels. Tell me you aren't thinking about the road anymore."

Her murmurs are incoherent, and De Silva's gaze stays upon her helpless form. A sinister smile spread across his face. "Beautiful," he whispered. He slid farther onto the bed; his eyes roamed. Tasha was too inebriated to recognize the danger that lay beside her. De Silva's hand reached over, smoothing a strand of hair from her face. Tasha stirred, her eyes fluttering open. For one second, their eyes met, De Silva staring into hers. Tasha's blurred vision saw nothing but darkness. She moaned, turning away.

He tried not to chuckle but a little chuckle came out of his beautiful mouth. "Why did you..." "Nothing," he replied. The two walked upstairs following the roses on the floor. "That's Charlotte's room," he pointed to the room the rose led. "What are those voices?" Shelby asked. She heard moaning voices from the room. Aaron arched his brows with a confused expression. Why is he hearing voices from his girlfriend's room?? Again, men voices. He took a right turn to open the door with a powerful force. The image in front of them, shook them both. It was like a building collapsed on both of their heads.