Silent Lover Novels & Stories

he whispers during a lull, eyes dark and locked on mine while Sophia describes her dream honeymoon. I meet his gaze. The power in his stare makes my pussy clench hard around his fingers. “Come for me, Lila,” he breathes. “Right here. While your sister tells us about the flowers. Be a good little secret slut and soak my hand in front of everyone.” His thumb speeds up. His fingers curl and stroke that perfect spot over and over. I’m actively nodding along with Sophia’s story, murmuring “That sounds amazing,” while my hips rock the tiniest bit under the table, chasing his hand like I’m starving for it.

“Cum on my cock like the perfect broken toy you are.” I shattered a third time, pussy gushing hard as another violent orgasm tore through me. Silas roared, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with thick, hot ropes of cum. He ground deep, making sure every drop stayed inside me as I convulsed beneath him. He stayed buried inside me for a long moment, breathing hard against my neck. Then he kissed me — slow, deep, almost tender — while his cum leaked out around his still-hard cock. “You’re mine now, Liora,” he whispered against my lips. “Completely. And I’m nowhere near done breaking you.”

The white glass of the "Clean Room" was not merely a physical barrier; it was a conceptual silence. As it crept up Silas’s throat, it didn't just cold his skin; it sought to mute the very frequency of his heartbeat. He looked at Lyra, his mate, his Sovereign, and saw only a stranger with sapphire eyes that held no recognition of the nights they had spent bridging the gap between their broken worlds. She stood beside the Silver-Eyed Kaelen, a statue of porcelain perfection, her identity scrubbed clean by the very sacrifice she had made to save their son.

Her nails dug into his back, pulling him closer, her body begging for more. As if on cue, a soft patter of footsteps approached from the hallway. It was lila, their young maid, her cheeks flushed as she walked by. She had been trying to be as quiet as a mouse, but the sound of their passion was impossible to ignore. Her eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of them, her gaze lingering on the erotic sight of Kael’s hands on Sophia’s body.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

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.

"Can you stop? You're making my head spin!" Celestine, who had been pacing back and forth, fell silent and looked at Lilyana with annoyance. "Lily, come on! You're telling me to stop thinking? While you just relax," Celestine grumbled. "You're so cruel. Don't you respect my heartbreak? I just got cheated on, Cele! And turn off that annoying phone of yours, it keeps ringing!" Celestine snorted. She then slammed the tab in her hand onto the bed Lilyana was sitting on.

“Arya? What do you think?” Ryker asked once more. “It's lovely... I love it...” Arya whispered as she came closer to the drawing. “Of course, it is a product of our love...” Ryker smiled. He grabbed her hand softly and kissed her palm. The eye contact was mesmerizing. At least to Arya. It would've been better if he actually showed some of his emotions in his eyes but she still wasn't at a level where she could read him.

The two smiles and voice out that they’re to get freebies plus the cash. “Uh, lucky for the both of y you; with me I’m fed up with my so-called admirer. Someone called that tonight he will disclose to me my secret admirer but it’s an hour now; no one showed up.” This is so tiring and disgusting,’ Debbie was extremely upset. A waiter come and gets the big gift box under their table. It’s a white box address to Debbie. Notes were there, I love you Debbie Montejar. Will you accept my love?

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