Sweetest Surrender Novels & Stories

Victor’s arms tightened around me, his hands splaying wide across my stomach, anchoring me to his heat. "And now?" he asked, his breath warm against my skin. "Now," I murmured, turning slightly in his arms to press a lingering kiss to the harsh, scarred line of his cheek, "I know that my surrender is the strongest thing about me. Because I gave it to a man who uses it to build a sanctuary, not a cage." Victor closed his eyes, a violent, almost imperceptible shiver running through his massive frame. He turned his face into my neck, breathing me in, holding me as if I were the very oxygen in his lungs.

My expression didn't change, but Max noticed my silence. "What is it?" I turned the screen toward him. It was Sienna. She was sitting on a chair. Her eyes were open. She didn't look injured, but she looked terrified. Her hands were tied in front of her. Underneath the photo was one message. Unknown: Come alone. Max immediately stood. "Dahlia." I looked at the message again. "Don't." He stared at me. "Don't what?" "Follow me." "Dahlia, no." "I said no."

I surrender, not to darkness, but to love. He lays me down upon the blackened earth, which is no longer barren. Flowers, silver and luminous, begin to bloom beneath us, kissed by the radiance of our bond. I arch into him, my fingers tangling in his dark locks as he worships every inch of me with his touch, his lips. The storm becomes a symphony.

My pain and blood is his medicine. I was waiting for the sting, but... it didn't. The next thing I heard, is the sound of the rock falling on the floor. Kai just stood there, looking at me with empty stares. "Why can't I?" he whispered. Right. He cant he has no guts. He is different from me. This is my chance. I have to get away. I need to say something. I've got to say something! Something that would change his mind! "P...Probably it's not the best solution..." I muttered.

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The first one and the most special one was the day Sapphire and I got married in Trinity Church. She gave me a book. Not just an ordinary fiction book with a cliche love story. The story was all about what we have been through, with characters resonating us. And she wrote it. My baby wrote our story. Sapphire wrote it during the times that I would be out for work or busy in meetings, she admitted. It was the perfect wedding gift. The book was self-published. It had a beautiful and artistic hard-bound cover. Its title..."My Sweet Surrender"

That night they called “Crown of Submission.” The sanctuary was alive under silver moonlight and golden torchlight. The warm tropical air hung heavy with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, sweet leaking milk, and the thick, intoxicating musk of surrender. Over one hundred and sixty bodies filled the space. The encrypted global stream surged past 79 million viewers.

Elena's hand reached around to rub her clit, Jake's mouth on her neck, sucking marks into her skin. Samantha came harder than ever, her vision blurring, body convulsing between them. Waves crashed through her, her walls pulsing around both intrusions. She screamed, a raw sound coming out from her throat while tears spilled out from her eyes. Jake followed, spilling inside her pussy, hot and thick. Elena thrust through her own climax, the harness rubbing her clit. They collapsed in a heap, breaths ragged, bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Samantha lay there, sandwiched, knowing she'd replay this forever.

He hands me a clipboard first for my signature, then the beautiful bouquet of roses. "Thank you." The guy leaves, leaving me alone; I sit back down as I breathe in the scent of the roses. I look for something to tell me who could have sent them. Then I find the card, pick it up, and read what’s inside. "Do you know what the most beautiful part of today was? Having to swallow every word I said to you while I made you MINE. I can't stop thinking about you. Kisses. W." And with just that, my heart stops...

I sob his name, an anchor in the deluge. "Come with me," he orders, begs. "Now." Kassian Hearing her sob my name is the straw that breaks the camel's back. I feel her contract around me, her body stiffening, her face transforming with pure ecstasy. The sight of her total surrender, her pleasure born from me, from my possession… it's too much. I thrust one last time, deeply, and let myself be carried away in turn. The detonation is absolute. It tears me from myself, pulverizes every thought, every premeditation. I empty myself into her in violent spasms, growling her name like a pagan prayer. It is more than an orgasm. It is a surrender. My own.