These Hollow Vows Smut Novels & Stories

Hollis chuckled softly, his eyes dark with desire, as he leaned in to kiss me deeply, promising more to come. Hollis then removes what clothes are left in our bodies, leaving both of us completely exposed and vulnerable to each other. The anticipation building between us is palpable in the air. His hands traced a path down my body, igniting a fire within me that I knew only he could extinguish.

I say, smiling. I notice a tear trickling from her eye, and reach up to wipe it off. "He's already living up to his vows." She says, making everyone laugh. "Would you like to say your vows?" The officiant asks. Haley smiles and nods. "I vow to love you until my last breath. You are the man my heart beats for, and the man I smile for when I fall asleep each night. You the man my soul was destined to be with. We may have had a rocky road at the beginning, but each step led us to where we are today. I promise to tickle you until to cry. To help you with all your problems. To hold your hand regardless of what our future holds. I promise to stand by your side, and to keep you on your toes. I prom

"You're the one who enjoyed it! You're the one who was captured! Recalling your moves, you're like a worm sprinkled with salt." 'Did she just say I'm like a worm sprinkled with salt?' Henry thought, disbelieving. A mix of frustration and agitation pulsed through him, leading him to tighten his grip on Maddie's chin. "Is that so? Calling me 'worm sprinkled with salt'? Today, I'll show you whether I'm merely a worm or a formidable beast!" With resolve etched in his words, Henry inclined his head, his lips drawing closer to Maddie's. Instinctively, Maddie attempted to push Henry away, only to be met with a sudden pang of pain in her lower abdomen. She winced, her lips parting in a hiss of disco

After years of bloodshed, the Moretti and Romano families agree to end their war through an arranged marriage. Alessia Romano would rather die than marry Dante Moretti—the man she believes ordered her brother’s execution. She plans to accept the marriage, enter Dante’s home and destroy him from within. Dante knows she wants him dead. He marries her anyway. But when Alessia is kidnapped before their wedding and evidence points to someone inside her own family, Dante tears the city apart to recover the woman he has already decided belongs to him. Trapped between vengeance and an attraction she cannot control, Alessia discovers the truth is far more dangerous than the monster she

Or it was hidden well. Too well. Her phone buzzed again. Ava’s heart jumped. She grabbed it quickly. Another message. Same number. You’re wasting time searching online. Her breath caught. They knew what she was doing. Or at least… they assumed correctly. Her fingers moved quickly. Then tell me what you want. The reply came almost instantly this time. I want you to stop pretending you don’t see it. Ava frowned. See what? A pause. Then: The gaps. The lies. The parts of his life that don’t include you.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are signed with flesh and soul. Tonight’s confession is about a desperate young woman who entered a fake marriage with a dangerous mafia heir… only to discover the contract demanded something very real: her body, her womb, and her complete surrender. This one is dark, possessive, and brutally breeding-heavy. Here is the confession of “The Contract Wife.”

Zevarion closed his eyes briefly the second he felt it. That reaction alone nearly destroyed her composure. “You react every time I touch you,” she whispered softly. “Yes.” Again with the honesty. Always honesty now. Neither of them seemed capable of pretending anymore. Zevarion slowly lifted one hand toward her wrist, covering her fingers where they rested against his chest. Warm. Steady. And somehow intimate enough to make her breathing uneven again. “You know what the problem is?” he murmured quietly. “What?” “You’ve started touching me like you belong near me.”

The sounds inside struck me like lightning. Chloe let out a soft, teasing laugh. "Darling, are you actually going to honor the Blood Moon vow?" Damian chuckled lightly, each note dripping with indulgence. "Babe, that was only a chain to keep her and her pack in check. Tonight, you're the one I want." Then I heard the sound of clothes tearing and Chloe's restrained moans. The sweet, fruity scent clung to me, like an invisible hand closing around my throat. I stood rooted, blood turning to ice, every inch of me paralyzed.

Ironically, there was no love to be found in this arrangement. The priest turned to us. "Do you, Tatum, take Arden Voss to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" "I do," I answered softly. The priest nodded before turning to Arden. "And do you, Arden Voss, take Tatum to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" Silence. My breath caught. One second. Two. The air suddenly felt too thick to breathe.

But my mother just adjusted her sunglasses and went back to her book. “I can't—”. I started. “I'm going to—”. “Come. Now”. Then I came silently, my body convulsing and my screams swallowed by his hand. He followed soon after, emptying himself inside me again as his cum dribbled down my thighs. We stayed pressed against the glass, panting, and the risk of discovery still hanging in the air. I knew with absolute certainty, that we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. And neither of us wanted to go back.