Novel & Cerita Sweet Oblivion Open Your Arms

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, savoring the sensation, the power I had over her sending a surge of adrenaline through my veins. “Slow,” I murmured, placing a hand on the back of her head, guiding her rhythm. “Take your time, Olivia.” Her lips tightened slightly around me, her tongue moving experimentally as she adjusted to the feeling. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure through my body, but it wasn’t just the physical sensation that had me on edge—it was the sight of her, blindfolded, on her knees, completely at my mercy. The trust she’d placed in me despite her fear fueled something primal inside me.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her so tightly that there was no room for the nightmare to seep back in. The moment she felt my touch, the dam broke. She began to cry profusely, great, racking sobs that shook her entire frame. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, her fingers clutching at my back as if she were drowning. I just held her, rocking her back and forth in the moonlight. "I'm here," I murmured into her hair. "I'm not going anywhere."

I went to my vanity and took out a burner SIM card. It was wrapped in a note containing a single sentence: "The Neptune, 3 PM tomorrow, Pier 2. A big gift." I walked to the window and passed the note to the man. "Give this to your boss," I whispered. He took it and was gone, melting into the shadows of the garden. I returned to the vanity and looked at my reflection. Sophia. Damien. The game is over. My game has just begun.

Her other arm circled the steel of his clenched thigh, anchoring them together so he couldn’t escape, even if he wanted to. His world shrank to the single entity of Olivia on her knees with her mouth on him. Her sultry eyes, burning with erotic promise, mesmerised him, the tiny streaks of grey a siren’s call. An endless ocean where a man could drown. He cupped her face, his fingers anchoring into her hair as she bobbed her head and slid her tongue over his shaft with a frantic rhythm that left stars flashing behind his eyes.

The sheer kinetic back-blast threw Christian Cole backward, his spotless white wool coat staining with gray mud as he slammed into the frozen chassis of his escape pod, his blue eyes finally wide with a wild, un-regulated terror. Inside the violet vortex, the air didn't thin; it burned. The raw marrow-ore beneath the continent wasn't just energy—it was life, and the open-source baseline was rewriting the atmosphere itself. "Kemi!" I roared through the thunder of the frequency, my voice splitting into a thousand multi-layered echoes that rattled the entire western boundary line. "Tell the market square... to open the valves! We’re printing our own sky!"

Perfect! After Nora made sure I could not get out, she happily went downstairs. When her gaze met Susan's across the room, she nodded. On the other side, Susan could not wait to call out to everyone. "My birthday video is ready. Everyone, please look at the big screen!" An image suddenly appeared on the blank screen. "Ah! Please spare me... Please spare me! I won't ever do it again!" In the footage, the man was lying on the floor with his hands and feet tied with rope.

She looks tiny in his arms and his hand slides up to cup her head as he squeezes her. When he opens his eyes everything seems to move in slow motion. He releases her and steps away. Odis moves until he stands directly behind Olivia. His eyes are pained as he reaches forward and grabs her hands. He puts them behind her back and holds them together with one hand. The other hand reaches up and grips her shoulder. I grip Ethan’s hand hard and he squeezed back before letting go of my hand. The world tilted and the room grew cold as he took a step forward.

The wind was howling, lashing at every inch of my bare body, cold biting, but most important of all, I was free. Completely, totally, blatantly free. It was blissful. Nothing could stop me. Not even Aiden who was screaming and screaming while laughing and crying- nobody could stop me. I had my eyes wide open, arms and legs spread out, my back curved at a perfect angle. The wind was so harsh that at times my breath just cut off but I didn't care. My head was literally in the clouds.

I'm snapped from my spiral when he reaches for the hem of my damp hoodie again, slower this time, giving me every chance to stop him. I don’t. His irises disappear as pupils blow. “Arms up.” The command sends another humiliating pulse of heat through me. Still, I obey.

Her vibrator plugged into the wall beside her bathtub, she entered it. Eve let out a loud hum as she buried herself inside the water. She briefly submerged herself deeper down, resurfacing as her face dripped. Swinging her hands to the side, she picked up her glass of wine and took a sip. Eve smiled, savoring the taste. She soon emptied the glass, and went for a second round. As Eve closed her eyes, Seth's picture appeared. Letting out another comforting smile, she relaxed completely, placing her head backward, and parting her legs as she prepared for action.