Romans & histoires Tender Wings Of Desire

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.

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

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.”

Desiree began to protest. “I’m going to love those tender, sensitivie nipples of yours until you can't help but quiver under me. Then I'm going to kiss you all over your body before descending to your pussy. Then I'll eat you out until you can't help but grip and hold on to my head for dear life as you cum.” “God,” Desiree groaned, feeling an ache so delicious in her core that she had to clench her thighs together. “See? You’re wet just thinking about it,” Gerald smirked like a devil who knew that his attempts were working. “Come on, let's get out of here, princess. We can be very careful, and they probably wouldn't even know that we’re gone.”

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