Sinful Lashes Novels & Stories

my scalp burning with pain but I couldn't complain I wouldn't not with every movement he made inside of me. His grunts echoed in my ears, as I grinded on his sweet cock.“Yes, Kitten. Chock on daddy's cock.” Lucian growled holding my hair even tighter. Tears blurred my eyes, both pain and pleasure mixing in me. “P-please.” I begged not knowing if I was begging for him to stop or for him to continue. “Whois fucking you so hard, Kitten?”

But it was a mole nonetheless. I liked to find little things about her. I did most of these things when she was asleep. She would not move and I would be able to analyze her whole body, watch and find imperfections that made her even more perfect. Sully had 145 lashes on the upper lid of her left eye and 139 lashes on the upper lid of the right eye. She had 65 lashes on the bottom lid of her left eye and 73 lashes on the bottom lid of her right eye. Less perhaps at this moment since I had not counted it last night.

Her neck glistens, capturing the light with a captivating shine. I can't take my eyes off her. Her sharp chin and visible oval jawline perfectly frame her face, accentuating her beauty. Her love-shaped lips, adorned with a baby pink lip gloss, invite me in with a gentle allure. As my gaze travels upward, I notice her thick eyelashes, delicately framing her mesmerizing eyes. The baby pinkish glittering eye shades she's wearing add a touch of magic, enhancing the sparkle in her gaze.

I noted to myself, unable to handle the admiration and sudden rush of nerves. She wasn’t wearing any makeup at all, yet she was so naturally beautiful it made you want to just stare and admire her. Long, thick black lashes framed eyes of unbelievable depth and intensity, dark brown and piercing. Her lips were slightly full and naturally red, no lipstick either. A soft curve of perfect brows and long black hair like a raven’s wing. At the same time, her skin was fairly light and flawless. She reminded me of some dark-haired angel with a sweet doll-like face. So pure, so innocent, so bright.

I mumble . " That's exactly what I was planning to do , don't ruin my dreams . " She rolls her eyes sarcastically . She puts on some white liner on my lower lash line and applies a pretty brown colour matching the floral design of my dress on my eyelids , finishing it off with a black liner . She gives me a sort of cat eye look from what I can percieve . " I didn't put on foundation or concealer because your skin is already flawless . Ugh I'm so jealous . "

’ ‘Do you think you can do something about my freckles and my non-existent eyelashes? ‘You’re kidding, right?’ Helena peered at her. ‘Your eyelashes are incredible. Thick and long. What’s wrong with them?’ Sophia had assumed it was obvious. ‘Don’t you think I look a bit freakish? They’re so fair they barely show up.’ ‘Freakish? No, I don’t think you look freakish. As for being fair—that’s why mascara was invented, sweetie.’ With a dazzling smile, she flipped open another case to reveal an array of different make-up. ‘I have everything we’ll need right here.’

I let her do her thing at the end of the day I didn’t really care. ‘Ta-da!’ she announced as she stepped back, letting me look in the mirror. My eyes widened as I looked back … was that really me, my lashes were thick and long with black winged liner as a dusting of gold coated my lid making the green in my eyes pop. I had prominent cheekbones from the light contour she had down, a deep pink blush that matched my lips.

Aria I brushed the hem of my dress as I exhaled with anger. My fingers trembled slightly, feeling the delicate threads that ran through the soft, satin fabric. The navy blue dress shimmered under the golden chandelier lights above, but my mind was far from admiring the elegance around me. My eyes stung, but not with tears, but with a kind of burn that comes when anger boils silently inside the heart. I touched my forehead, slowly, the way someone does when trying to ground themselves, to calm a storm that is gathering behind their eyes.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

I slowly gazed upon her, taking in every inch of her as she laid there, lol on sinfully tempting. She had a red lacy transparent thong on that left little to no imagination on, matching it with it’s pair of lacy transparent bra, showing her erect bud standing proudly in the bra. Her skin glimmered in the lights as a wave of peaches and cream envelopes my senses, engulfing me in her scent and rendering me powerless. Her full lips was molded in a heap of red lipstick, her lower lips caught between her teeth as she battered her eyelashes at me rather innocently.