Smoke And Sin Book Novels & Stories

Flames, bright and ravenous, climbing the mountainside above us. The entire ridge is burning. Smoke rolls down in thick clouds, suffocating the battlefield. The fire is spreading fast, swallowing the pines in an instant, leaping from branch to branch, a roaring force of destruction. "Did those bastards light the mountainside on fire to trap us?" The sharp scent of sulfur and burning earth fills my nostrils, mixing with the copper tang of blood. Around me, chaos reigns—the stampede crashes through, wolves and prey tangled together in a frenzy of survival.

Would always be nothing. Over and over, he pounded against the lid. Over and over, that song of fire and darkness flared through him, out of him into the world. You do not yield. Echoed Something hissed and crackled nearby, and smoke poured through the lid. But He kept striking. Kept striking until the smoke choked him, until its sweet scent dragged Isak under and away.

I doubt Knox would let someone live for long in this dungeon. "Help help. There is a fire. Help us".We began to bang the rods of the cell. The guards came rushing inside. Thick smoke cover the place. My eyes and lungs were burning from all the smoke. My eyes watered and my throat felt dry from all the coughing.

Panic and adrenaline surged through me, but so did something darker — a fresh wave of arousal at how close we’d just come to getting caught. Dean’s hand slid between my legs again, fingers pushing through the mess he’d left inside me. “Fuck, Lily… we’re playing with fire,” he growled, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed me hard, desperate, like the ticking clock had made everything more intense. I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Then let’s burn, Daddy,” I whispered. “We still have time.”

“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

He spun me around and slammed me back against the cold stone wall of the hallway. I gasped, the air leaving my lungs. He was right there, looming over me. He had a silk sheet tied loosely around his waist, his chest still heaving from exertion, the scent of sex and expensive cologne surrounding him. His grey eyes, full of sin and secrets, bored into mine. He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me whole. A slow, cruel smirk spread across his lips. "Finally," he whispered, his voice a low growl that vibrated against my skin. "You came out of your cage, princess."

It can be as dark, kinky, taboo, or monstrous as you want. I’ll write it with the same unfiltered heat as this series. Here’s to 100 more… if you can handle them. Stay wet, stay wicked. Your author Blue

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

The sign above the entrance glows: SIN HAVEN. My stomach flips. Inside, the air is thick with perfume, cologne, and excitement. Music thunders through the floor; lights flash; women scream; bodies move everywhere. I cling to Rosa. “Oh my God.” “Oh my God indeed,” she says, eyes sparkling. “Welcome to paradise.” We dance for a while, letting loose in ways we never have before. I down two shots of something I can’t pronounce but tastes like battery acid. My head swims, but in a good way.