These Hollow Vows Smut Novels & Stories

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Zane Blackwood and Sera Voss in holy matrimony. Marriage is a sacred covenant, a bond not to be entered into lightly, but reverently, in the fear of God and in the joy of love. Today, these two stand before us to pledge their lives to each other…” The words echoed off the vaulted ceilings, filling the space with an air of inevitability. I barely heard them. I couldn’t focus nor breathe. I could only stare at their joined hands, the fragile symbol of a future that wasn’t mine, and feel the agony of every heartbeat echoing against the hollow space inside me. My thoughts spun in frantic circles. Every vow spoken, every phrase a

“How does Miss Rosy want to start?” Rosy felt an electric current surge through her body, and her legs became weak. She pushed Stephen to sit on the edge of the bed and roughly pulled off his tie. The buttons slipped off her fingertips one by one, revealing a honey coloured firm chest, and a scar on the side waist made it even more wild and tempting. Rosy rudely pulled off his chest and threw it on the bed. “Miss Rosy, have You be wanting to do this for a long time again? I see you can't wait . You miss my dick a lot and You want to enjoy the pleasure of being a queen”. “Stephen, can you shut up? Why do you have so many vulgar words?”. “It's just the two of us here, there

His voice was dark and full of promise when he whispered, “I’m going to own all of you. Body, mind, and soul.” A shiver ran down my spine, and my body clenched even harder around the one beneath me. His words weren’t just dirty—they were a vow. A claim. My body responded instantly, heat rushing through me, my heart racing like it might burst. His hands spread my cheeks apart slowly, exposing me in a way that made me whimper. I felt completely at their mercy, open and vulnerable, but instead of fear, there was only need. Then I felt it—the wet, hot slide of his spit hitting my tight, untouched hole. I gasped out loud, my head snapping up at the sensation. The act was filthy, shameless, and it

The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood. Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. James, the man she had spent six years loving, was in bed with her best friend. Chloe. Together. The scene was like something out of a twisted nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, Chloe’s hair spilling across the pillows, James’s bare torso exposed as he turned toward her, an unreadable expression o

“I, Chandler Andrew Parker take you Millie Wilson as my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish you for the rest of my life, for better or for worse… till death do us part.” After Chandler placed the ring on her finger, it was her time to say her vow. “I, Millie Wilson take you Chandler Andrew Parker to be my husband…” She paused, swallowing hard and looking at Chandler. Her hand was trembling as she held the ring on the guy’s hand. “…and I will cherish you…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence anymore, when a loud bang echoed inside the church.

"Don't even get me started. He's just a boring bookworm. Everything about him annoys me.” "Do you know what happened on our wedding day? He didn't say a single word, and he thought he could touch me then at night? Dream on!" I was shocked. "So, you two never…" "Exactly!" Sadie said, lifting her chin with pride. "A woman's body and mind must align to feel joy. Otherwise, how are we any different from animals?" At the time, I did not know she had forced Quinn to live like a monk his entire life.

Bodies moving together, moans and whimpers filling the air, sweat glistening on their skin in the candlelight. Things were heating up fast. Hands grabbing, hips thrusting and all the good stuff. Avery’s nails dug into David’s back, urging him on. He hit all the right spots, making her see stars. The couch was creaking under them, as if threatening to break. But they didn’t care - they lost themselves in each other, seeking that euphoria.

she asked him, wishing he denied it, but he did not. To her disappointment he answered, “I did.” He sighs as he did make the vows. Vows with no real meaning. It was just a task not a promise. Lily gulped down gently. “Well, then, you should get to her.” She pushed him but he didn’t get up. Instead, he pushed back and rubbed himself against her. His chest against her throbbing breasts. Solomon whispers as he kissed her fingertips. “Those were just empty words. I promise you.” His eyes glowing at her. The eyes she saw before he took her. The determination. The promise to have and love.

The mouth of a semi demon that could stray the soul of a man, that’s what Emma possessed and called a mouth. I wanted more, I craved more. Her wide hips, full boobs and the perfect big bum was enough to make my little one stir again for the second time. My stupid wife with the most gorgeous and voluptuous body, who’s probably thinking she has a say in this house or in her life.

"Every moan, every tremble belongs to us." "I am yours," I panted. "Do not stop. I want more." Hours passed in a blur of skin, sweat, and pleasure. They worshipped every part of me. Fingers, tongues, and hard thrusts brought me to peak after peak. I lost count of how many times I came. Their dirty words and praises filled the room. "You are so fucking sexy when you come," Damien said. "Take everything we give you," Lucas added softly. By the end I was sore, satisfied, and glowing. They held me between them until I drifted off.