Novel & Cerita Tender Wings Of Desire

She wasn’t certain she’d ever wanted anything more. At her affirmation, something flashed in his eyes. Not the feral hunger she’d expected, but something softer. There was pleasure and desire there to be certain, but there was also something more vulnerable. Something like sadness… Though she couldn’t begin to understand why. But it was gone just as quickly as it came. Slowly, his hands trailed up the length of her thigh, savoring and worshipping every inch of her skin, the pace of which built an anticipation inside her she could barely handle.

she snuggled against him in delight arms winding around his neck loving the softness of the feathers of his wings on her bare skin the second pair of wings unfurled and lifted them into the air and they flew down from the cliff landing under some trees on the edge of the shore they lay the grass beneath the trees his hand on her nape drifted down her back and undid the clasp of her bra in the back freeing her breast and baring them to his mercury gaze so beautiful he whispered his hand cupping one of the soft white full mounds tipped with rosy pink nipples in his hand he massaged them watching her with a hooded gaze Kyra's body was going up in flames at the way he looked at her the way he t

That lingering aroma—the heady blend of vanilla and lavender—wrapped around me like a cruel reminder of what I couldn’t have. “Scent of my sinful desire,” I whispered bitterly, without knowing it was going to be both my destruction and my redemption.

“There are no words for that.” “Delicious,” he whispers, his lips skimming the plane of my stomach. “You are absolutely delicious. I never should have waited this long to get my mouth on you.” I gasp when he sucks the peak of my breast into his mouth, his tongue lashing and stroking my nipple as he works the other between thumb and forefinger, setting a whole new fire within me built on the embers of the first. By the time he gets to my neck, I’m a writhing flame beneath him, touching every part of him I can reach, stroking my hands down his arms, his back, his chest. Gods, this man is incredible, every line of him carved amazingly.

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.

He could barely contain his urge to ram into her and f**k her till all she could think of his him , f**k her till every part of her body knows his touch and becomes addicted to it. "I want you to eat me I want your touch please touch me " Ivy said. She knew very well that she was going to regret this afterwards but she couldn't care anymore, she was already under the influence of lust and worst of all she was in her ovulating period and was really craving for a man's touch. Damon didn't needed to told twice he held her hips, pulling Ivy closer to him, his finger moved towards her p**sy fold, carefully and greedily , she moved up like a flower.

I hoped that one day he might trust me enough, though. “What’s another one of your fantasies, Little Bird?” I cleared my throat. “Sex swing.” His eyes sparked with lust. “I want to try a sex swing to see what it’s like.” Reaching under the table, he readjusted himself. “I could probably take care of that fantasy tonight.” Lust hit me like a lightning strike, my pussy flooding with warmth. Holy shit. “Okay.” The hidden door opened, and the waiter was back with a few long rectangular plates balanced on his arm. He placed them down, then gestured to the champagne bottle. “Would you like another bottle, sir?” he asked. “Please.”

His scent—leather, whiskey, and something undeniably masculine—wrapped around her, making her dizzy. “Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against her hip. Isla’s breath caught in her throat. She should push him away. She should walk out. But instead, she stood frozen, trapped between logic and desire. “You drive me insane,” she whispered, hating how breathless she sounded. Dante chuckled, the sound dark and knowing. “Good. Now you know how I feel.” His fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. “No matter how much we fight, no matter how much you try to push me away, you always come back.”

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries