Silent Lover Novels & Stories

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.

"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

The heavy antique desk creaked violently beneath Elara as Mr. Lennox slammed into her from behind. Her cheek was pressed against the cold, polished wood, her black cocktail dress bunched uselessly around her waist. His thick, veined cock stretched her pussy mercilessly with every brutal thrust, the wet, obscene sounds of her unwilling arousal echoing through the dimly lit study. “Please… Mr. Lennox, stop,” she sobbed, her voice hoarse. “Kai is right downstairs. He could walk in any second. I love your son—please, I’m begging you!”

A pin drop silence fell in the room such that the only thing they could hear was the wind blowing so much outside, the window was open as the cold air sipped in and Sia felt it against her exposed legs and closed her eyes as she rested her head on his chest, Emiliano played with her hair with a plan of getting her to sleep but whatever he was doing wasn't working the woman was still awake "What will make you...to fall asleep sweetheart?"he asked with a whisper and kissed her shoulder, Sia let out a soft moan and flickered her eyes open as they bore into his. It was dark but sia could see the outline of his face "I will ..when we first relive...that night please"she murmured and reached her h

he whined as he ran his hands across his body in an attempt to mock Nala. Nala gasped and ran towards him, but he didn't try to run away. "I've never said any of those things to you!" She exclaimed, raining soft slaps at him as he went down to the ground, laughing. "Okay okay" he screamed amidst the slaps coming at him, "Just wait." He held her two hands, as she had no intention of stopping. The smile on her face was still there, plastered and appealing to him, the sun was out in its full form, and she laying over him felt like an umbrella shading him, but it also gave him the chance to notice how beautiful her eyes were. Dark but yet it drew him closer, wanting to run his hands across her c

There was a quiet strength in him, a grounding presence that always made me feel safe and cherished. The moonlight painted silver patterns across the room, casting a soft glow on our intertwined bodies. The silence was filled with the gentle rhythm of our breathing, the soft rustle of the sheets, the quiet sighs of pleasure that escaped our lips. Our lovemaking was a quiet symphony of gentle touches and soft whispers, a testament to the deep, steady affection that bound us together. It wasn't the fiery intensity I shared with Ranon, nor the sharp, intellectual connection with Theron. This was a quiet, profound intimacy, a merging of souls in the stillness of the night.

Seed and slick glistened under the infinite sky. The sanctum responded. The horizon itself seemed to expand with every shared climax. Soft currents of light gently positioned lovers for deeper connection. The Song stretched toward the infinite, growing richer with every thrust. Vespera was claimed beneath the ever-changing auroras in every configuration. She rode Silas while Draven took her ass. She was on all fours taking Rook’s massive cock while Lorien filled her throat and Sable sat on her face. Her body became a glowing testament of union flushed, marked, dripping with cum and starlight.

He closed his eyes, the darkness of the room swallowing him whole. “Calvin…” He heard his name being called in a sultry, melodic way that made the hair on his arms stand up. He turned in the darkness of his mind, and suddenly, he wasn't alone. Silas was there. He was shivering, his massive, bulky body oozing with a scent so sweet it was suffocating. His eyes were bloodshot with raw lust, his usual mask of iron completely shattered. He beckoned to him. “Come over here,” Silas whispered.

I teased him. To everyone else out there, Silas was the cold twin. Unlike Kyler who was the bad boy rock star who danced to his own tune, Silas was a calm genius who seldom cracked under pressure, and hardly ever showed any emotion that didn’t go beyond a sharp look of disapproval to those under him, or a light scoff whenever he saw incompetence. But in here, in my room, he was like a different man. I got to see him smile. I saw how he lusted over me. Every touch and every kiss was full of hunger. And when those red eyes that often intimidate others looked at me, my heart would flutter in my chest. I was the only one who got to see him like this, and that feeling alone was the hottest thing

she whispered, her voice a shy secret, before turning and bending over in front of him, presenting the perfect, pale moons of her ass, the silver chain disappearing into the cleft. It was a sensory bombardment. The sight, the smell, the feel of them, Jade’s relentless grinding, Scarlet’s teasing mouth, Luna’s vulnerable offering. Leo’s body betrayed him utterly. His dick hardened into a painful, throbbing ache, trapped and straining against his zipper. He was painfully, obviously erect. Silas watched with the calm appraisal of a connoisseur. He sipped his champagne, his eyes missing nothing, the flush on his son’s neck, the desperate clench of his hands on the booth’s edge, the prominent bul