Solangelo Fanart Spicy Novels & Stories

This reaction was partially earned from the heat of the beverage transferring to his old yet moisturized palms; and the other motivation sparked from the flash of memory of the first time he ever experienced such a scent. "Oh Maritza," Carter hummed painfully, "what have you done?" He whispered. Feeling an awkward prick beneath the pores of her cheeks, Stephie suppressed the urge to clear her throat and instead saw to cleaning the now dirty pitcher and milk frother. Sip by sip, Carter drank his milk, as salt rivers moistened the landmarks of his ages cheeks.

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

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Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

“Gonna fuck this pretty throat while Julian fills that tight little pussy.” I barely had time to breathe before Julian thrust into me from behind in one smooth stroke, stretching me open. At the same moment Zach pushed past my lips, sliding deep until my nose pressed against his pubes. The taste of strawberry lube and Julian’s ass bloomed across my tongue—sweet, filthy, intoxicating. I gagged around him, eyes watering, but the stretch and the burn felt so good I moaned.

And when she looked deeper, she sensed something else… conflict. Before she could ask more, Thalia came bounding over with the short-haired Lycan at her side. “Lydia!” she beamed. “Meet Harold. Harold, this is my best friend. Isn’t she gorgeous?” The Lycan—Harold—offered a polite smile and extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, Lydia.” Lydia’s heart stuttered. Her true mate. Up close, she could smell him—his clean, woodsy scent, mingled with something spicy. Her knees went weak. Her wolf still didn’t respond, but something in her soul did.

They fell to one of his couches, Shaine was straddling on Raphael’s lap. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’m dying to taste you,” Shaine moaned as Raphael sucked her chest. He unhooked Shaine’s bra and her breast showed to him. “You’re a little whore,” Raphael said then gripped Shaine’s hair. “Tell me what you want.” He said dangerously, his eyes burning with lust. “I w-want you, Raphael. Ughhh. Fuck your friend’s daughter. Fill me with your cock.” Raphael slapped Shaine twice before throwing a spat on her mouth, which she swallowed.

“Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood on the beach, Full moonscow, et cetera et cetera.” What in the world is going on here? I’ve never heard of these. There is no such thing. The bartender smirked. “Try this, it's on the house.” He handed me a dark red drink. It looked thick. I questioned if I should drink it. Me being me, of course, I drank it. The bartender stifled out a laugh at my reaction. It was strong, but it tasted weird. Weird. “What is this? It tasted a little weird. I smacked my lips in distaste.

Artin asked again, glaring at him, holding his thighs. “I have a lot of work tomorrow, pup,” Santino replied, glaring him back. All of a sudden, Artin pinched at his thigh as hard as he could. Santino hissed in pain because he was wearing a loose t-shirt and a boxer. Artin had pinched at his naked skin with his growing nails. “I WANT SW..SWEETS.” Artin demanded. “No.” Santino denied it and hissed in pain again when Artin started digging his nails into his bare skin. “Fine. Fine. I will get sweets for you if you will say sorry.”

And remember, beneath the fiery heat of desire, there beats a heart that craves love, understanding, and connection. Thank you for joining me on this journey. I can't wait for you to experience the magic of the Spicy One-Shot Collection. With love and passion, Unusualdee Passion Pages “Passion Pages isn't just any reflection journal; it’s a powerful tool for those who wish to accept their sensuality.” — Unusualdee. After diving into this collection of short erotic stories, you absolutely need to grab the reflection journal designed to process all those swirling emotions and tantalizing thoughts that spring up while reading!