Thanatos Seduction Novels & Stories

Thanatos did not enter the great hall. He stood on the estate grounds in the pre-dawn darkness and did not move, and his stillness was a different quality from Eros's stillness where the god of love had been unhurried, this was something arrested. Something that had encountered a variable it had not planned for and was running a recalculation that was taking longer than expected.

Nathan wasted no time pulling me up and my legs went rough his waist as his jutting member swirled between us. I was moaning like there was no tomorrow and thanking my stars for this. It was just too much, and I just didn’t know what else to do to make everything more than it was already. I could only feel the intensity and the pure arousal that threatened to get the best of me. It was more than I could think of at the very moment. Nathan’s lips claimed mine again and again, and I let out a throaty moan. He was like chocolate, and I needed to lick it clean.

No visible marks of submission. Yet something in her gaze whispered surrender. Selene raised her hand. “Liane,” she said. “Strip.” The girl didn’t hesitate. She removed the coat and let it drop. Underneath, she wore nothing. Her breasts were soft but high. Her stomach taut. Between her thighs, a black plug glistened like a promise. Gabriel sucked in a breath. Mistress walked behind Liane and wrapped a hand around her throat. “She came to me willingly,” Selene purred, looking at her boys. “Begged to be taken. To be remade. Just like you once did.”

My hand was shaking as I tried to decide. “Do it,” my angel said. “Make me a dirty girl. Make me a slut.” Slut. Yes. I wrote an S, ragged on her stomach, my hand clenched around the pen so tight I could have broken it. I attempted to write an L to follow, but the rise and fall of her breaths sent me insane. It was as though time sped up and slowed in unison, and I was there, in the thrill, with a crazed sense of possession beyond the remit of control. A zen moment. Falling into the abyss. A glorious abyss of possession. Love. Yes. This was my love. My true love for my sweet Rosie.

"I will persist in claiming your body until you acknowledge that I am the only man capable of satisfying you." As he delved even deeper, Serena groaned, feeling his powerful thrusts and acknowledging that his declaration held an undeniable truth. No other man could provide her with the satisfaction Alex was bestowing upon her. Withdrawing from her, he swiftly flipped her over, positioning her on all fours. Serena gasped when he entered her from behind, but she realized he hadn't caused her any pain; it was merely unexpected. With one leg on the floor and the other on the bed, he penetrated her repeatedly, intensifying the pace of their passionate coupling. The symphony of their bodies collid

“ Because that's what drives me, being tortured by your indifference, your contempt, that makes me want to be the best. The best boss, the best man you will ever meet in your whole life.” “ You are not Anthony, and you will not be the best man I have ever met in my life.” He smiles, running his hands through his shiny black strands, his fingers continuing down her neck, lowering to her torso where the bare skin is censored by the shirt with tie and tight buttons. Meanwhile, the fabric of his pants and the zipper can't hide the growing volume of his member at all. “ See! That turns me on!” “ You're sick, Anthony…” “ I am! I'm not going to hide it! - he squats down and pulls out from under the

he sighed, surrendering, while mechanically rearranging his messy hair into the same messy look. “Seems like the big bad wolf is putty in my hands,” I teased while grabbing a fistful of his thin dress shirt, brining him closer to me so his lips would go back on mine. A disturbingly arousing growl was all the answer I was given before he made sure to show me just how much I, too, was affected by him. This was an alpha’s seduction, baby, and alphas do not fail.

he asked, his voice low but seething with restrained anger. “Tell me, Cullen, did I ever lack in instructing you?” His eyes now met mine—furious, glowing faintly like embers ready to ignite. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Even I couldn’t explain myself. I sank into the sofa, staring blankly at the dark horizon outside my window. The stillness of the night was heavy, suffocating. “You’ve altered the path of the dead,” Thanatos continued, his voice sharper now. “You’ve disappointed me.”

But the old bed had other ideas; it creaked faintly beneath us, a treacherous punctuation to our sin. We froze as a burst of laughter, Vivian’s distinctive laugh, echoed clearly from the dance floor below. My eyes went wide with panic, but Thorne’s gaze only darkened with renewed intensity. He held himself perfectly still, buried deep inside me, until the sound faded. The danger was an aphrodisiac, a drug that made my blood sing. “Quiet now, darling,” he breathed, his voice a rough whisper against my ear as he resumed his torturously slow pace. “Wouldn’t want your aunt to know how thoroughly I’m ruining you.x

You’ve got that right, she thought to herself. Piper moved, readjusting on her feet, and Ru continued to scroll down the page. One of the pictures caught her eye, and she stopped. The face she was looking at was male, but he was lovely—perhaps the most symmetrical she’d ever seen, with soft eyes and full lips. There was a haunted look behind his eyes, a sadness, and even though it was just a charcoal drawing, Ru couldn’t help but wonder if the artist had actually seen this face before; it looked so real. She began to read below the drawing. “Thanatos, Death incarnate. One of many demons who walk the Earth searching for souls to collect. Otherwise known as The Grim Reaper. There are many who