Tender Wings Of Desire 소설 & 이야기

Blazing desire burned through me, heating up my skin, my fingers clenching and unclenching, my entire body trembling. Skilled palms cupped my waist and caressed my arms, the rough carpet of wet pink tongue moving to the back of my neck. My back arched, and my lips trembled with need, hard nipples pushing through the material of my dress. "Ferrara..." I moaned softly when he cradled my face, his breathing so harsh and heating up my skin with its hotness. "What do you want? Tell me what you desire. What you want me to do to you."

With slow, deliberate steps, she approached, each step slow and sensual, her naked form a vision in the firelight despite her blood-stained bandages. Winter’s expression darkened, a tight frown etching his scarred face, though his gray eyes betrayed a mesmerized hunger tracing her curves. His chiseled torso tensed, arousal stirring despite Astrid’s cautious growl, a low warning rumbling in his chest, caution tempering desire. Without a word, Scarlett’s fingers brushed his open robe, sliding it from his broad shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands moved to his pants, easing them down until they stood bare, the air thick with heat.

The lounge soon filled with the sounds of skin on skin, wet suction, and muffled moans. Luca’s cock leaked steadily against the door, untouched. The twins knew exactly how to unravel him. Alexander reached around first, wrapping a firm hand around Luca’s shaft. “Come for us,” he ordered, with a rough voice. “Show us you’re still ours, no matter what they print”. Luca shattered, spilling over Alexander’s fist with a choked sob around Julian’s cock. The clench pulled Julian over the edge; he pulled out just in time to paint Luca’s lips and chin with thick stripes. Alexander followed seconds later, hips shuddering as he filled Luca deep.

“Like I’m floating in fire. Don’t stop touching me.” Elias hovered close, his silver wings trembling as they curved around our small group, creating a private bower lit by the faint glow of the petals. His purple eyes were wide, pupils blown with the same intoxicated desire. “I’ve never…” he started, then swallowed, his small frame shivering as he pressed closer. One delicate hand rested on my thigh, tentative but growing bolder as the perfume thickened the air. “Show me. Please.”

His black wings erupted behind him, unfurling in a rush of midnight feathers that brushed the walls, cocooning us in shadow and power, the air humming with his celestial scent, ozone and starlight, edged with the musk of his arousal. "Fuck, Daeira," he rasped, his voice wrecked already, his golden eyes dark with need as he drank me in. I was bare, flushed, and aching for him. His hands gripped my thighs, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh, and he lifted me like I was air, effortlessly. My legs locked around his waist, my ankles crossing at his back, and he hovered us there...his wings beating once, twice, just enough to suspend us mid-air, we were weightless, the world tilting into nothi

“And we’re going to enjoy it. Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s complicated.” The air between them thickened. Noah’s mouth found Ethan’s again, deeper this time, tongue slipping past lips to taste and claim. Ethan moaned softly into the kiss, fingers digging into Noah’s shoulders as the loose shirt was tugged off completely, revealing the smooth, toned chest he’d only ever imagined.

“Just don’t stop.” We moved together tenderly at first—long, rolling thrusts that let me feel every flutter of her walls around me, every hitch in her breath. I kissed her through it, whispering how beautiful she was, how much I had wanted this, how much I loved the sound of her voice even when she was angry. The tenderness built into something more desperate. I thrust harder, deeper, her nails digging into my shoulders while she met every stroke with her hips. We flipped positions once, then again, bodies slick and urgent, chasing release together until she clenched around me hard and I followed, coming deep inside her with a low groan while she shook in my arms.

His wings wrap around us—warm, protective, the scent of ember and cedar thick. Scales hot against my skin as I trace them. Hands everywhere—mine in his hair, his on my waist, pulling me close. The dress falls away—sunrise silk pooling like liquid gold. His shirt follows. Skin on skin. Heat on heat. We fall to the bed. Slow. Then not. Every touch a vow renewed. Every gasp a promise. The sky outside answers—my sunrise flaring brighter, painting the room gold and rose. His wings flare wide—shadow and fire.

— END OF PART ONE — * * * * * UNFOLDING THE BLIND: Part Two ❄️❤️ Love is in the clouds… but desire burns hotter than fire. Jade thought she knew temptation. She thought she could resist the older, dangerous man who looks impossibly safe—and yet every glance, every brush of his hand, every smoldering tease leaves her aching for more. Wanting him in the shadows. Needing him deep inside her. And in ways she’s never dared to admit—to the savage hunger of their lips.

“All of you. No past. No future. Just this stone, and this night, and you, buried inside me.” A groan ripped from his throat. He surged to his feet, pulling her hard against him. The difference in their bodies was a language they both understood. His was hard planes and radiating warmth; hers was lithe muscle and cool, supple skin. His wings flared, a canopy of dark feathers that cast them in deeper shadow. “Then have me,” he growled, his voice rough with a desire that felt like madness.