Stormfront Sex Scene Novels & Stories

Logan and Adrian seize his wrists, forcing his fingers to curl around their own heat as they buck their hips up to occupy his greedy, desperate grip. Then, the pack shifts. Each of them taking their turn at the helm. Each of them claiming every angle, every possible position, every vulnerable inch of him. Lyon shatters when Logan enters him, then again as he is stretched around Rafael’s heavy, unrelenting heat. Brandon loses his composure in Lyon’s mouth, flooding his throat with a thick, salty tide that leaves his tongue painted a stark, pearly white—an act that forces Lyon over the precipice yet again. He is frantic, a starving man at a banquet as he takes Mateo into his mouth instead, whi

Alexander was hovered above a woman and keep fucking her senselessly. His grunting and her moaning were piercing her ears. A bile rose up her throat wanting her to throw up but nothing came out. She was frozen at her place and Daxon was clearly enjoying the moment where she herself came and flushed against him. Storm growled inside him watching his mate's broken self but he was helpless.

In one fast motion, I spun him around and slammed him against the wall this time, my forearm pressing hard against his throat. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. His chest rose and fell in ragged bursts. “Let go,” he growled, glaring at me. “Make me.” “You’re such a fucking bastard.” “And you,” I leaned in, my lips grazing the line of his jaw, “are just a whiny little bitch.” “Fuck you, Storm.” I smirked.“You wish.” We stood locked in place. Ice grey eyes clashing with stormy blue. Ragged breaths and sweaty palms. The air between us pulsed with heat and something far more dangerous.

And then there’s only the storm. It’s not sex. It’s not graceful, or practiced, or tender. It’s a frantic, desperate, mutual release. It’s the howl of the wind outside and the sound of our ragged gasps inside. It’s the slick, wet sound of my hand on his cock, and his, on mine. It’s clumsy, and fumbling, and somehow perfect.

I growl that last part. Storm releases the man to crumble to the floor, coughing hoarsely. Storm slowly turns around to face my fury. His eyes go from cold to smoldering within seconds. My body responds to his heat by sending liquid down to coat my bare thighs, and my nipples harden painfully. Storm is going to be the death of me if I let him. My traitorous body is way too willing for him to cause death by sex. "Go sit on the couch, Clyde. You owe me an explanation and an apology."

With his face pressed against her neck, she kept counting the curves of the ceiling. Every month before and after her period, she would go to the house, they would have sex, and then, he would leave her and go back to his own life. The women she imagined being with him when he wasn't with her didn't have this trouble. To her, sex with him is just boring. Their combination doesn't make any sense. Which is a shame, because Storm is a handsome man. He's the dark kind of guy.

They moved as one, slow and sure, powerful and tender in a way that shattered Kael's resistance utterly. Storm was first. His cock pressed hard against Kael's leaking rim, thick and pulsing with thunderous life. The moment he pushed inside, the chamber echoed with the deep rolling groan of flesh meeting flesh. Kael gasped, chest arching, muscles tightening as Storm's cock filled his hole completely, dragging deep inside. Fire followed, fierce and claiming. His lips crashed onto Kael's, stealing breath and moans in equal measure. His hands roamed over Kael's glowing chest and taut skin, pulling the trembling priest closer, pressing their heat together.

"I will be leaving tomorrow." Storm closed his eyes and pretended to agree with her, she is going nowhere. "Open your stunning eyes Storm, I want to see them." Storm did immediately. Slowly she placed her hand on his di*k and palmed it earning a small moan from the man. "I need you to sleep with me, let me rephrase that, I want you to fu.ck me into oblivion." The mysterious man who was watching them clenched his fingers. He was shaking in anger.

Trigger warning - rated 18+ This book has graphic sex scenes, addiction to sex, violence like murder and threats, betrayal, grief, and trauma. It shows sex used for control or revenge. If you’re sensitive to sexual coercion, addiction, or strong violence, please be careful. CHAPTER 1 ~ Skye ~ Nova pinned me hard against the wall. His thick cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaking pussy. He thrust up into me with steady, brutal force. Each stroke stretched me wide open and slammed right into that sweet spot until my legs shook.