Smoke And Sin Book Novelas e Histórias

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."

POV: Daemon | Night, Day 7 The monastery smelled like incense and old men. Daemon had expected something more dramatic torches, chanting, the weight of religious authority pressing down like stone. Instead, there was just quiet. The kind of quiet that happened when people had run out of things to say to each other and had settled into accepting it.

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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.

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”

Smiles. ~Mmeso Writes

I raised my brows while Grace flinched. “Did it act this way the last time?” Grace asked, shifting her chair back a few inches away from the table. “No.” I shrugged. I tried to open it again, and it slammed shut with more black smoke, but harder this time; the table shuddered. The smoke smelled toxic. Grace had had enough of the book’s sorcery. She jumped on her feet. “You know, you go about your business alright? I’ll go make sure the boys are talking and find out what they are talking about.