These Hollow Vows Smut Novels & Stories

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. We were both partners in this game.

He could smell her arousal, and that was feeding his beast, driving him insane. "I didn't say it there, but I have one more vow to make," he breathed heatedly against her skin. Violet could only hum, a low, distracted sound of surrender, lost in the wicked trail of his mouth and the possessive ministrations of his hands. "I vow to worship your body with every breath, every touch, every hard inch of mine. I will keep you satisfied, deeply, happy, and round with my pups." He, then, kissed down the length of her jaw and continued, "And every single night, my Goddess, I am going to ruin you without mercy until you are trembling, breathless, and begging for more. You’ll love every wicked moment o

The kind you only feel for someone you actually love. I understood, in that moment, looking at her, that whatever Renata Cassano was guilty of, whatever she’d built and buried and protected with a phone call twenty minutes ago, she had not been lying about one thing. She loved him. Whatever this was, it wasn’t villainy performed for its own sake. It was fear, curdled into something monstrous by nineteen years of practice, and she had just watched the one person she’d spent her whole life protecting nearly die because of the exact silence she’d kept.

Ground turned to old grey bones of the world sticking up. The Hollow wasn’t a cave. Worse. A bowl in the hills where the wind went to die. The grass lay flat and colorless, like it had given up on green. The air smelled… empty. No sap. No rot. No animal sharp. My skin crawled before we even dropped over the lip. “What happened?” I whispered. “Rovan practiced.” I wanted to leave. I didn’t. At the floor, the threads found me at once. There were so many.

The crowd was instantly thrown into an uproar. “Ms. Jackson was still a virgin when she married Mr. Fuller? I have to get the video of her losing her virginity. Eight million!” “So all the exciting tendencies she has now was because of Mr. Fuller’s training? Incredible! Eight and a half million!” The man beside me boldly reached for my leg. “Ms. Jackson, spend a night with me and I’ll pay to buy this one out.” I slapped his hand away, my voice cold as ice. “Get lost.”

Not a face. The impression of one. A bride. With a hollow where her mouth should’ve been. She hovered over me silently. Then leaned in, brushing her blurred features across mine like smoke. And whispered into my mind— > “You laid here. You promised here.” I shook my head. “This was never a vow,” I spat. > “But you loved her.” “I still do.” > “Then the contract is sealed.” --- The blood soaked up my sleeves. The mattress swelled and breathed like a living lung.

"By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed, For love is weakness, and weakness, death. As my father vowed, so I vow…” A slash across my palm. Blood dripped onto the altar. Then fire erupted from the cracks in the ground, and the robes began to burn. The torches screamed. The altar bled. I woke up choking, my chest soaked in sweat, my breath ragged. The room was spinning. The sheets of the bed where I laid were tangled, soaked. My skin felt like it was crawling. Like the v

Caught off guard by Julia's sudden question, Yasmin hesitated for a moment before responding, "Do you think I'd casually reveal the whereabouts of such a big shot?" A glint of coldness flickered in Julia's eyes, her voice icy. "Yasmin, if you're referring to the Divine Doctor as a 'big shot,' then you must be aware that such prominent figures aren't subject to idle rumors. Do you believe I could make a statement that you claim to know the Divine Doctor, potentially earning her disfavor? Are you truly ready to face the consequences?" Fear drained the color from Yasmin's face. Her lie about locating the Divine Doctor was an attempt to garner more affection and attention from Philip, and in thi

A nervous murmur moved through the guests. Dante’s mouth curved. “You entered my life as an enemy. You gave me the truth when lies would have been easier. You offered protection without demanding obedience and power without asking me to kneel.” His expression softened. “I cannot promise to be gentle, agreeable or easy. But while this marriage remains honest, you will never face our enemies alone.” Dante raised her hand to his mouth. When his turn came, he discarded his prepared vows. “Alessia, I knew I wanted you when you promised to kill me. I believed possession would be enough. I was wrong.”

Young Ava looked at Ethan. He knelt beside her. "Don't be afraid." "Who are you?" "My name is Ethan." "Are you going to hurt me?" "No." "Promise?" Ethan smiled. "I promise." The memory shifted. Ava saw herself years later. Sixteen. Then eighteen. Then twenty. Then, her wedding. She saw Ethan standing at the altar. She saw herself walking toward him. But there was something else. A woman standing at the back of the church. Veronica.