So Pure So Flirtatious Novels & Stories

I was unconsciously drooling. Host! the system sounded exhausted. "If you ever need a wife..." "..." "I am available." "..." He pauses. Just for one second. Only one. "Wait, that sounded way better when I said it in my head." "You are shameless," he mumbled, walking away. Host! Current Flirting Score: 2/100. Congratulations. You have successfully made the atmosphere colder. Why were all the handsome men in this world emotionally constipated? Was smiling illegal? Did beastmen lose facial muscles after adulthood?

It was accompanied by more lightning and gentle thunder sounds. Seeing her cry there made my soul hurt and then and there I decided that maybe I wasn't so curious to know what was going on with her after all. "Listen, this is a contract we are signing." I moved closer to her and she kept staring at her feet. I crouched low to her height and lifted her chin with my index finger so she could look into my eyes. "People in romantic relationships owe each other that but you and I, we are in a lust filled one, there's nothing between us, we owe each other no explanation." I said, hoping it would make her feel better. She forced a small smile and I lifted her chin with my hand and planted a soft ki

I was as guilty as he was. “There isn’t because, unlike you, il mio innocente piccolo sole, I have no qualms with you flirting or touching me.” Dante chuckled, his voice low and seductive, and he took a step towards me. “In fact, there’s nothing I want more than you flirting and touching me because maybe it would lead to something more…” (trans: my little innocent sunshine) “Dante! No flirting!” I squeaked, and my face turned cherry red. “But I wasn’t flirting; I was saying the truth.” He gave me an ‘innocent’ look, which didn’t look innocent because of his mischievous grin. “You can touch and flirt with me as you like. I don’t mind.”

he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention. Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her. Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly. "Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this." He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her. The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.

The flickering crimson bulb created the perfect hue and ambience. The atmosphere was gentle, enclasping and warm—fueling their raving tensions and desire for one another. Oscar flicked his tongue over her lower lip, tasting her before fully pressing his mouth against Sofia’s. He was just as gentle as he was reckless, allowing his brittle fingers cage her hips to the bed.

I smiled at him afterward. “You look so sexy. May I know your name?” he asked and moved a bit closer to my ears. His breath tickles my ears. I smirked. I am not like Celine who fucks every man she’ll encounter. But I can flirt…a bit. “It’s Solitaire,” I also neared his ear to whisper. I purposely breathed on his ear so that he could feel me. And that’s when I felt his hands rest on my small waist. Damn! Am I drunk?

Purity hissed, leaning forward, "but that means absolutely nothing. That mark won't activate or bind your souls until he has actually mated with you. And you know damn well he'll never touch you like that. You're just a political prisoner." I let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Is that so? What makes you so damn sure about that, Purity? Because let’s be real—if you were actually that confident about Adrian never mating with me, you wouldn't have sliced your own wrist open out of pure jealousy last night." Purity’s face instantly twisted into a hideous mask of pure, blinding fury. "You bitch!" she screamed. She lunged forward, raising her right hand high in the air, bringing it down fast to slap

"So, so damned good, I wish you'd fill me more..." Flora declared with unabashed mien. Arousal was emanating her whole aura, with honest compliments and shameless requests.

Not the uncomfortable kind, but the kind that makes the air crackle and snap with sexual tension. Carla licks her lips. Our hands instantly meet, each of our fingers lacing together. "You smell so fucking good." I inhale the familiar scent of berries and vanilla, letting it flood my senses. "Good enough to eat." "Eat." The word slips from her mouth. "Every inch," I confirm in a gravel voice. One of her feet rolls over mine at the same time her fingers dig into the cotton fabric of my shirt. Holy fuck . . . I think she likes the idea of my tongue in and around her pussy.

he says with a cocky chuckle. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I stare at him in disbelief. "Have you ever heard of the phrase mixing business and pleasure? And that it's bad?" Those full lips quirk up in a smile. "It's all pleasure to me." I swallow nervously at the way he is looking at me. You're seeing things. Tristan is a renowned flirt. He's just a friend. "So are you interested or not?" he says it so suggestively and my cheeks warm.