These Hollow Vows Smut Novels & Stories

Each word was laid down with intention, the kind of script written by someone who knew exactly what they were doing and accepted the cost. To the one who bears my name and my flame, Autumn’s breath caught. I am sorry. The apology struck harder than any warning could have. She hadn’t known she’d been waiting for it—hadn’t known how deeply she’d needed it—until the words stared back at her. For the lies. For the omissions. For the binding you never agreed to. Her jaw tightened. There are three keys to the Hollow: The Flame. The Blade. The Mirror. Her gaze flicked instinctively to the pendants, their light reflecting faintly across the altar stone.

I take him deeper, using my mouth and hands in combination until he’s shaking beneath me. “Enough,” he growls as he pulls me up his body. “I need to be inside you. Now.” When he positions himself at my entrance, we both pause. Then he pushes inside with one smooth thrust, filling me completely. As he begins to move, slow and deep, more fragments surface. This same desperate connection in a storm-lashed villa, the taste of wine on his lips and promises whispered in darkness that felt like vows. His thrusts become more demanding, and our bodies move together. Outside, the storm rages, but inside this bed, nothing exists except the friction between us and the building ecstasy.

Lancelot approached Vivian wearing that same alluring smile. The one who had previously caused her heart to race, the one she had always found impossible to overlook. His actions were fluid and assured, every step drawing him nearer, like a hunter pursuing something known. Vivian compelled herself to remain still, despite his fragrance enveloping her, a sensation she had once longed for. It reminded her of the past, those nights filled with quiet promises and a love she once thought would last forever.

She lifted her body from the bed and, using force, pushed him so that he was lying facing the roof. She pulled his trousers and boxers off at the same time and inserted his full length inside her mouth. “Aaarg!!!!” he groaned. She sucked him as her hands moved up and down along his shaft. After a while, she got on top of his and inserted his full length into her sweet spot and started riding him. The room was filled with sounds of mourning and groaning. *At the same time, Vanessa was excited when she saw Lucas Hayes car outside, which meant that he was home. She increased her pace towards the house so that she could break the good news to him.

"What about the child? Isn't she supposed to be DINK? What's this now? Why the double standard? Why is it okay to have a baby with her childhood friend but not her fiancé?" "Did she really have a child with her childhood friend? Is it true that she lied to her fiancé about studying abroad but was actually pregnant with said childhood friend's child?" "Unbelievable! She cheated on him, had a baby with another man, and still has the nerve to play the victim and cyberbully her ex." Gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, Rhiannon protested, "I didn't say anything bad about him! I was just reminiscing about our lost youth!"

“I love you. You being here is the best part of my birthday. Hearing you say that you love me makes me the happiest person alive.” “Really?” I asked looking at him. “I talk with you most of the time and you can ask our friends if I even try to date anyone when you were gone. I have always been honest with you that I love you and I am just waiting for you to be ready.” “I am ready. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “I love you and you are all that I want.” THE END Vows are supposed to be kept for they aren’t merely words that we say but there are times when vows are broken. When vows are broken though it doesn’t mean that things are ending, it merely open new opportunities

CONTENT WARNING: SOMNOPHILIA PART TWO – The Drugged Wine & Four Unconscious Rounds My fingers tightened around the stem of the wine glass. Harlan’s words hung heavy in the air between us — raw, filthy, and dripping with dark promise. After Ethan’s betrayal, this felt like the only thing that could fill the hollow ache inside me.

Inside, the room was a chaotic storm of tangled white sheets and hungry, naked bodies. My eyes drifted down. The unmistakable, heavy print of Damon’s hardness outlined his trousers. It caught Holly’s attention too. She reached down, rubbing her palm over the rigid length as their kiss deepened, their tongues entwining fiercely. She quickly swallowed the last lick os spilled wine, then dropped heavily to her knees in front of him. And then, she did the hottest thing imaginable. Holly turned her head back to look at me, her eyes dark with submission and lust. “Can I fill my small, lonely mouth with your husband’s cock?”

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

Ava sucked on a nipple while getting fucked and licked. Noah pulled out and spun Ava around. He bent her over a decorative table and pushed back inside her from behind. The first groomsman took her mouth. The second groomsman moved behind Noah and waited. Noah came inside her quickly, filling her pussy with cum. He stepped aside. The first groomsman took his place and slammed in. Ava moaned around the cock in her mouth. The second groomsman pushed into her ass without warning. Ava’s eyes widened but she kept sucking. The double penetration stretched her. Noah filmed from the side, capturing every thrust. The bridesmaids stripped each other and started fingering one another while watching.