Tender Wings Of Desire Novels & Stories

He called her name, over and over, his tiny voice raw with desperation. But the flames didn’t care.The fire danced along the walls, greedy and fast, licking up the wooden beams like they were nothing but paper. Another crash sounded from somewhere above. The ceiling groaned under the weight of its own destruction. The fire trucks arrived but it was too late. He was swooped in the arms by a large man. Tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to scream for them to save her but his throat was tight shut. He fought, but he was too weak, too disoriented. By the time the smoke had cleared, all that was left was the blackened remains of a home he once felt safe in. And her, he hoped that she had been

Could reach out and graze the lethal edges of those scything front wings. Which is exactly when I would have shaken the distracting reverie and simply put the hammer down, you understand. Leaving this upstart pretender to eat my turbulence and dreams of glory in a vapor trail of impotent frustration. Except we both know that never happened. The truth was, I'd left the barest margin for error. And like the purest of artists automatically do when inspiration strikes, Alexandra Dupont had slipped right through the crack with another of her inimitable masterstrokes.

He leaned forward, genuine curiosity lighting up his eyes as he asked while driving, "So, tell me about your latest venture." She leaned back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before delving into the details of her ambitious project. With every word, her excitement grew palpable, her gestures animated as she described the innovative tech startup she was spearheading. The vision, the goals, and the cutting-edge software they were developing spilled from her lips, painting a picture of boundless potential.

They could only hope. I shifted, antsy. Desiree, ever the dramatic one, would prolong the suspense with a long speech before the grand finale. Perfect. More time for me to grab a drink and scout my next victim. Our eyes met, and I winked, a silent message passing between us. She gave a subtle nod, and I turned, heading for the bar.

"And so hungry. I can taste it on you. You've been starving for this, haven't you?" I couldn't answer. I could only move my hips against his, a silent plea that he understood perfectly. He chuckled—a dark, low sound—and moved his hand down, his fingers finding the center of my heat. I cried out, my head slamming back against the floor as he found exactly what he was looking for. He wasn't teasing. He was demanding.

We share the remaining ice cream and eventually get to the other pastries when he says, “Vanessa, I find you very intriguing and different. I want to see what this is. Like I said before, this is not a game, I know what I want and I go for what I want.” “So what are you saying, Anderson.” I ask with bated breath. “I want to pursue you. Only you.” He says intently. “So what do you say?” What else could I say to that? I was really interested in Anderson and I’ll be lying if I said there wasn’t something here. I’d also like to see what that is. “I’d like that very much.” I say with a small smile. “You should probably call me Nessa, all my friends do.”

She nearly jumped, then carefully reached out to touch the soft part of the wing. “You’re not going to faint, are you?” Kingston’s deep voice turned hoarse, heavy with restrained desire. But what mattered most to Pandora was discovering some surprising details. “Why did you show me your wings?” “You aroused me, and they just came out on their own.” Kingston’s answer pulled Pandora back into some memories. The man tugged at the tie at his shirt collar a bit roughly, and that gesture brought Pandora to a vision of making love with dark eyes. “You grow wings when you’re aroused, is that it?” she fired back, hitting the mark. Kingston nodded briefly after that, then interrupted again.

Dax’s warm breath fanned across Victor’s neck, making Victor’s hips twitch forward involuntarily, seeking friction against Dax’s thigh. Victor reached up, his fingers desperate to grip Dax’s waist, to pull this impossible, intoxicating creature into a brutal, possessive kiss. "Dax... touch me. Prove to me you're real." Dax’s eyes flickered with cold, vicious satisfaction. Just as Victor’s lips leaned in, Dax stepped back instantly, breaking the contact completely. Victor stumbled forward slightly, his mouth open, his chest heaving, his body aching with unfulfilled, agonizing desire.

He was struggling to keep his wrists above his head, while I was hungrily kissing him along his arms. We were both feeling the heat, we were both starving for him, we were both mourning for our loss. We didn't want to feel the sadness, yet we were both desperate to reach our high. "Rain... fuck baby, you got to..." my king started to ask me to fuck him, he was high on lust. His eyes were almost dark. I was going down on him and kept on edging him to no end until he was begging me to fuck him. His legs were wrapping my ass pulling me closer, his hands were grasping the bed both were still above his head, sexily. His black wings spread majestically across the bed, while his body arched higher

Adrian let out a loud roar, which would make me terrified, had it not been a possessive roar full of lust. Adrian grabbed my hands, flew us to the other side of the bedroom with one, fluid motion and caged me in his wings against the window looking out. My legs were wide and he stayed inside me, his dick hitting deep places. "You want to claim me? Mark me?" Adrian sinisterly asked me, his arms holding me in place whilst fucking me. His wings touched my back, caressing the skin. I nodded, half whimpering when the cold spikes of his wings ran down my spine. "Is your hickey not enough?" He asked, his voice softer, closer to my ear. My hands were everywhere and when I didn't answer, Adrian inste