Sleeping With The Devil Book Novels & Stories

Her stable breaths quite ascertained that she was in a deep sleep. Later that night Alexander appeared in her room, which was his room, and his bed was occupied by the girl. However, Alexander wasn't in his Human form. He turned into a devil; with two big horns, a red devil. "I've ignored your power. You are powerful. You completely riled up this devil," with a growling sound the devil spoke, glancing at that sleeping girl. "Why am I feeling weak? Why can't I hold you and compel you to work the way I want?" The devil spoke. Then he hopped on the bed and crawled to the woman.

• Psychological Play & Obsession – Not your average romance; this love is dangerous, addictive, and consuming. If any of the above makes you uncomfortable, please exit now. This book was written for dark-minded adult readers who embrace forbidden fantasies and an unfiltered, primal imagination. You have been warned. Now, step inside… if you dare. THE DEVIL’S VISIT BOOK 1 Intro; Zoey is a simple housewife whose husband is never home, leaving her lonely, touch starved, and constantly craving the attention he no longer gives her. The silence inside their marriage slowly becomes an illness one that keeps her awake at night with dangerous thoughts and secret desires she’s too ashamed to admit out

The single word was low, rough, more growl than speech. His free hand slid up my spine, slowly. The contact made my nipples tighten against the wet fabric, as another rush of heat flooded low in my belly, sharper this time. I could feel myself growing wetter, and the knowledge made my cheeks burn with shame. I tried to push away. His grip only tightened. Then his head dropped. Goddess! What’s he doing? He buried his face against the side of my neck first, inhaling deeply. He then lowered—along the damp fabric covering my breasts—until he was nuzzling the soft skin just above my navel.

And as the Sicilian moon cast silver light across their bed, Elena realized the devil she had fallen for might be far more dangerous than she had ever imagined. The documents waited in her hidden folder like a loaded gun. One wrong move, one moment of doubt, and everything between them would erupt into chaos.

Her hands bunched my shirt, tugging me down as she kissed me again, her hot breaths slapped my skin, blood rushed downwards my cock, hardening. Caspian told me all she'd done whilst I was unconscious and it only made me want her more, how could a woman be so perfect — I didn't fucking deserve her but yet I had her and I didn't plan on letting her go. She tilted her head, giving me more room to dominate her mouth, she released a low hum that settled deep in my chest, making hunger burn thicker.

His voice in my dream was a whisper but this was a damn earthquake. His dark gaze pinned me in place like he already knew I was playing dress-up to get his attention. Like he could see past the lace and rhinestones, past the mask I painted on every night and straight into the inferno I tried so fucking hard to keep buried. For the first time, I understood why even saying his name made men shudder. He was terrifying up close. It finally made sense why everyone called him the Devil. I forced my voice to stay steady, layering it with a husky tease I didn’t feel. "Maybe I’m mourning the death of good taste in this city."

Laura couldn't sleep. The clock said two in the morning. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling. She kept seeing her face, that girl who looked just like her. It scared her so bad. Her heart wouldn't slow down. She tossed and turned in the sheets. They felt too hot and sticky against her skin. She sat up and hugged her knees to her chest. She tried to breathe slow, but it didn't help. The room was dark, except for the little light from the hallway slipping under the door. She heard footsteps, soft on the carpet, then a knock. Scott's voice came through, low and worried.

I beg as he pulls away, replacing his fingers with his cock. He presses inside of me, stretching me wide as he leans down on his forearm, his fingers brushing my hair away from my face. End Of Book Two Book Three will be Escaping The Devils Snare and will start next week commencing 26/5/25! Synopsis of Escaping The Devils Snare:-

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

I'll be craving the man like I'm addicted to a drug, and then the next minute I'll be running away from him like he's the devil himself. Russo was sitting up in the middle of his humongous bed, looking at me with a mix of amusement and interest as the sheets were all tangled up about him. His unkempt appearance added to the raw allure that he exuded rather than taking away from it. At this point, it was getting difficult to even focus, and I knew that Russo was having a field day watching my discomfort, or maybe he was having improper thoughts just like I was. Either way, he was having a good time.