Sinful Soft Novels & Stories

Her blood ran cold when she felt his touch tainting her skin. "Because a sinner is not afraid to commit any kind of sin, Miss Meier," he clarified all her doubts with his reply. Her breathing deepened by finding him so close to her. Leaning closer to her ear, he tightened his hold around her waist. "Just like I am not afraid of committing any kind of sin with you, cara mia," he whispered against her ear and then tenderly grazed his lips against her skin. Her body shuddered and filled with disgust at his touch.

This soft and hard combination was melting all the coldness in him and was giving birth to cravings. The man said to himself, "F*ck! My mind has never experienced sinfulness and my hands couldn't resist this temptation either!" The man thought as he eyed her soft curves squeezing against his hard abs.

It was so soft and subtle she sighed. He began to pull her cl*t into his warm wet mouth with long drawn suckling motions. His wet tongue began to dip into her little c*nny and swirl her growing juices out and suck them off her little pleasure button. Her head began to thrash and her skin felt like it was on fire. His fingers released her p*ssy lips and began to stroke her. He raised up licking her scent off his mouth as he watched her through heavy lids. She moaned and moved as his fingers pressed and stroked her.

No boundary untouched. She’s going to fall deeper. Deeper into this sin. Until there’s nothing left righteous in her soul.

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

I kissed him softly, then deeper, tasting salt and sin. “I know,” I murmured against his lips. “When I’m with you, I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life. Maybe some sins are worth burning for.” We stayed there for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms on the desecrated altar. Neither of us made promises about stopping. We both knew we wouldn’t. Some loves are salvation. Ours was beautiful, devastating, and unholy. And we would keep choosing it anyway, until the day someone finally opened the wrong door and our secret burned us both to ashes.

The room felt small, the tiles cold, the air thick with dread. “You see,” she said softly, dangerously, leaning even closer, “I can end this in an instant. Or I can drag it out. I can decide if Damien sees you burned, scarred, broken, or if I let you live just long enough to beg him for mercy. That baby,” she paused, letting the word hang like a blade, “might just be my only leverage. And I enjoy every second of it.”