Novel & Cerita Tales Velvet

Chapter 12 “What is wrong with you?” Prince Fazan questioned her as he wiped his hands with a towel. ‘How come it’s still beating?’ Camilla was perplexed when she lowered the salver with the animal’s gleaming ticker on it still cladded in viridescent grume; pulsing despite being weeded out from its owner. “You didn’t tell me I’d have to play servant.” When he said she wanted her to accept his catch, she came running just to be in attendance—not to accompany him while he eviscerates the heart of the poor thing, even though all she did was to display his harvest.

He commanded, pulling the expensive material off of his body to reveal familiar ink. Listening, I took off every article of clothing he told me to, leaving me bare and vulnerable against the night wind. Falling back against the bed, I directed my gaze back to Alex as he slipped the leather belt from the hoops of his pants. Pulling down his zipper, he gestured for me to come toward him with his fingers. Shifting myself to the edge, the next few moments had me in a daze as I

he rumbled warningly. Velvet looked up at him coquettishly from beneath her lashes as she popped the button on his jeans. "I need you, daddy, stop fighting it" she purred, dragging down his zipper. Zavian's impressive cock sprang free, and Velvet wrapped her small hand around it. She gave him a few experimental strokes, admiring how thick and long he was. A bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip and she used her thumb to spread it around the head.

“We were tested. Routinely. Not just academics. Empathy drills. Stress exposure. Micro-expression calibration. I thought it was education. It wasn’t.” A beat passed. “Velvet wasn’t created by people who wanted pleasure,” he said. “It was built by people who wanted leverage. And before they used women to seduce power, they trained boys to mirror it.” Something inside her cracked. “You were an Eve_One subject.” “No. I was on the other side of the glass.”

"So tonight, I intend to bid for it and give it to you." "To me?" Catherine's voice trembled. "Why? That's too expensive..." "These tools only hold their true value when used properly," William said calmly, as if stating a fact. William looked at her, moonlight like liquid silver pouring over her, casting a soft, cool glow on the black evening gown. The velvet skirt shimmered faintly in the moonlight, making her exposed shoulders and neck appear even fairer, like gardenias blooming quietly under the moon. Her profile, outlined by moonlight, revealed delicate contours, and her clear eyes seemed to hold the moonlight within.

Velvet material that was soft to touch with such a deep red colour that made it stand out. Lucian touches the scarf and frowns. “This isn’t Dimitri’s” He stated, feeling the material again. “And it’s far too delicate to belong to an assassin.” He concluded. “Then, whose is it?” I looked Lucian in the eyes as I ask even though I know he has no answer for me.

“Leave the stockings and heels on.” Mirabel obeyed, reaching behind to unhook her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled free, full and soft with dark, hardened nipples. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She stood completely naked before him except for the sheer black thigh-highs and sleek heels. “Turn around,” Riven ordered. “Show me that ass… then bend over and spread for me.” She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her round, firm ass. Then she bent at the waist, reaching back to spread her cheeks, exposing her glistening pussy and tight pink hole to his hungry gaze.

I stared at the vial in my hands and forced myself to knock twice. The door swung open. Instead of the woman, I was met with a broad, sculpted male torso — golden skin, powerful muscles still glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. My gaze traveled upward slowly, dread and fascination warring inside me, until I met piercing green eyes framed by golden hair. King Baldwin. Shit. I dropped into a deep, graceful bow, offering the vial with shaking hands. “Your Majesty.” He didn’t take it. “Raise your head.”