Tender Wings Of Desire Novels & Stories

I cry out in turgid desire. He growls. “I will not spend myself in your throat, though it be a dovecote. I desire your womanhood, your pink folds, your beautiful nether lips that are whetted by my shaft. Only drink of my manhood for the flight of a peacock. I will only give you my seed between your thighs.”

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I couldn't tell her I forgot to add that tiny little detail of me telling him by name Ariana studied me for a long moment, then sighed. “Well, that’s creepy. Sexy, but creepy.” I laughed softly, shaking my head. “That’s the problem. He’s both.” The words hung between us for a beat too long. Because what I didn’t tell Ariana — what I couldn’t tell her — was how my mind wasn’t racing because of fear. It was racing because of desire. A dark, raw kind of want I didn’t recognize.

He looked over at me, glancing down at my body and back up to my eyes again, "You wanna party so bad? Imma give you that"

APARTMENT 2C string cord tendril twine Tuesday, 3:25 PM The floor felt like flesh. The tender kind found at sixteen, seventeen. The blossoming, virgin flesh that whispered to him from navel to knee. Longing to be caressed, kissed. Brought to life. Wanting to be touched. And he did. Crawling, palms flat, chest scraping the floor. Groping his way toward freedom. His fingers cinched, lips stitched, eyes blinded by a ravenous, relentless impossibility.

“That's it, Caspian. You like how I make you feel, don't you? You want to touch me; I can see it. Tell me where you'd like to touch. My face? My neck? My hard nipples?” Like a spell, I look down. God, she wasn't kidding; her nipples are so hard, so so hard. I’ve been avoiding this, trying to be a gentleman by looking nowhere else but her face. Yet, with one statement, Desiree has ruined my gentility. Now I can't look away. Her nipples are so beautiful. So pinkish. And the silver piercings underneath them are begging to be kissed. Yes, please. Let me have at them. I'm a starved man. Feed me. “You're not saying anything, Caspian. Am I not doing enough?” After saying that, she increases her pac

Claire moaned as he touched her most secret, softest place. He was so delicate, so careful, and his caress made her think – for some insane reason – of butterfly wings. His fingers moved lightly, gently, and she threw her head back and just luxuriated in the sensation of being touched.

They clinked glasses and drank. Then he explored every spot on her body with his mouth, his hands, sometimes his teeth. Her body shook with desire as his mouth sucked on her clit. Moisture flowed out of her pussy. He licked along her lower lips. “Ambrosia.” Spreading her legs wider, he moved into position. He pressed in slowly. A desperate craving hit her. She raised her hips, trying to get him to move deeper and quicker. But he held back, whetting their appetite with deliberate, long, sliding glides in and out. He kissed her mouth and sucked on her breast. Heat flowed like warm honey through her veins. He kindled her desire from a spark to a voracious hunger.

My moans no longer contained only your name. I called for everything. For him. For that liberation. For the desire to end that distance between your sensitive part and mine... By that tongue that now slipped between my breasts and kept going down, and descending, more and more to the south, each time letting my body warm up more, to prepare more.

By that, Cassandra indeed think how Marcus doesn't want her to fall in love with other wolf, and for her it's one of the sign that he really loves her. Now, Marcus brought Cassandra on the rooftop of the northern wing of the Moon Desire Kingdom, there Cassandra saw many wolves doing their works. "Moon Desire Kingdom is really such an amazing place," Cassandra whispered as she saw some wolves making different weapons, while some are practicing their skills with swords and arrows on the nearest trees. Marcus nod in reply. "I understand why all the wolves here are so strong," Cassandra added, then she looked at Marcus, but then she also averted her gazed at him because of the next words he said