The Turkish Lover Audio Libros Novels & Stories

Alexander continued to massage her breasts for a few minutes, then he widened her legs and placed his dick at the entrance of her pussy and thrusted in. Her eyes widened and she gasped in pleasure. It was a pleasant sight to see. Then Alexander began to thrust in and out of her pussy, making her moan out loud. He loved the way Ivy seemed to be high of this pleasure and he was ready to dig in, more. “Ohh, yeah. I love you Ivy. And I will always love you.” He kept on whispering in her ear. I love you too.” She grunted in response as Alexander kept increasing his pace.

His lips twisted into a frown. His feet seem to choose his path before his mind was decided. He found himself drifting further into the quiet town. The delicate aroma led him to a large, dilapidated building seated in the center of town. Red curtains decorated the decaying windows, soft candle light illuminating the red. The sound of laughter echoed out into the streets. He knew this place. Although he’d never ventured within, he’d overheard the servants within his household speaking of it.

But now, Julieta’s reason became more logical, considering he had been celibate for the past few years. He was already grasping to the walls for support when he arrived at the lower floor. After following the head-maid’s trail through the dimly lit hallway, he stopped at the farthest part of the area. On the left of it was another long pathway, barely visible from the stairs. At the end of it was a door, made of a special wood that seem to let out a scent that overpowers the others. He swallowed hard, sensing the last ounce of resistance he had drowned in the depths of his urge. Consumed by the need to release the flames of lust burning inside of him.

"Because you do it with every girl, even Luci, who is like one of the coolest and most beautiful people ever. Then who am I? I don't have a Cinderella complex. I'm not the type of girl to think that a guy will simply think she is so special." He looked at her with an overall serious expression on his face. "First of all, you are special. Now let me clear up some misconceptions you may have. I told you I loved you, I've never told any girl that, not Luci, not anyone. I know what you think about me. You think I'm a player who enjoys being with different girls. I'm not going to deny enjoying being with different girls, I absolutely do. But I'm not a player, and I've never told any of these girl

he speaks and his voice is now gentle, all the bitterness from his voice now vanished, replaced with a genuine feeling of care and gentleness. The man leans down, his hair brushing against my face slowly, his forehead resting against mine, his hand cupping and holding my cheek with his gloved hand. “I promise, nothing will ever come to harm you ever again-” he whispers, and my heart fills with an odd fuzzy and warm feeling that spreads slowly, like ivy, into my ribcage, and seeps into my veins, carrying this feeling all over within my body, spreading it like wildfire, until my cheeks heat slowly and my eyes swell with tears.

Gloucester's works, a rather torrid Gothic novel. "Your secret?" Zehra's eyes narrowed. He chuckled. "Yes, I like to read novels. This one is a bitwell, I won't spoil it for you." He couldn't wait to see what she thought when she reached the scene where the mysterious lord makes love to Isabelle in the library after dinner in his castle. Would Zehra find any pleasure in that? Or would she be outraged and scandalized? He hoped it was the former. She didn't seem to be the sort of woman who abhorred pleasure; there was an openness and sensuality to her that he could not miss.

" To love is risky, not to love is foolish" ~ Liam pov ~ I'm such a mess. My whole life has been. That's the life of a Prince wanted on the throne. Sometimes I wish I had an older brother. It's not that I care much or I've always obeyed the orders and followed the rules, but leaving like a fugitive in this world doesn't suck at all. I hadn't thought I would find my mate here. Damn.., I never thought someone would ever be able to love me.

Lucinda carried them like the queen she was. His eyes flickered to her lips, and hers did the same. It was as if they had gone through a verbalised mutual agreement as they leaned in. She tasted immaculate. She always did. Like two missing puzzle pieces finally united. They moved in sync as their tongues engaged in a dance in the ballroom made of two mouths. They explored the corners of it, lovingly and sensually. Their rhythm grew and grew, becoming something else entirely. No longer gentle. A soft groan that might have been a moan escaped Jean Luc's lips. He felt his lover's smile against him as they slunk backwards. She arched back as he got to his knees for her. They pressed against her

Ava paused, feeling almost like laughing for a moment, nearly thinking she'd misheard. "You think I'm faking it? That I'm pretending to be sick to stop you from seeing your lover?" William was angered by her words. "Watch your language. Don't forget your place." Ava smiled silently, the kind of smile that comes from a broken heart, then leaned against the car window without another word. What right did she have now to call Sarah his lover? Never mind that they'd signed divorce papers - even if they weren't divorcing, she had no right.

“I’m showing them to you. You don’t have to read them unless you want to. But I want you to know they exist. That I trust you with them.” A tear slipped down my cheek. And then another. He reached out and caught each one with his thumb. “I love you,” he said again, the words a soft confession. “And loving you means letting you see where I come from. Even the parts I wish I didn’t remember.” I touched the covers of the journals softly. “Thank you. For trusting me. For… letting me see everything that shaped you.” His voice was low. “You’re the only one I want to see me.”