Velvet And Veneer R34 Novelas e Histórias

Rylee said sweetly, tilting her head to one side, "is both an aphrodisiac and a paralytic…enough to flood your body with desire, but just enough weakness that you can't fight back." His breathing quickened. His body tingled. He tried to rise, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate. "You're insane," he said through gritted teeth. She clapped her hands twice. The door opened. Five women walked in. Each one tall, poised, and wrapped in velvet and sin. Women from Velvet Flame. Zena was among them…tattooed, leather corset, legs for days. She chewed gum and gave Cameron a sultry once-over. "Rylee, you bad girl…" she purred with a dark chuckle.

I said, my voice low and rough with lingering arousal. Valen nodded, adjusting his stance slightly over her. He spread her legs just a bit wider so that Raven's bare, pink pussy was completely exposed to my view. It looked incredibly inviting, glistening under the amber light of the lamps with small, soft tufts of dark hair neatly framing the tight, sensitive nub at the top. Valen tentatively touched the wet crease with his thumb, and Raven jumped on the rug, her back arching slightly at the sudden contact. "Relax," Valen murmured softly, his thumb remaining against her skin.

Rhett used his teeth, lightly scraping over Talen’s tip, before thrusting his tongue over the slit and down the frenulum as he took Talen’s c-ck deep into his mouth and throat. “F-k,” Talen’s groaned rumbled out of him, and Rhett’s moan as the shaft in his arse increased in thrust and vibration. The vampire began to rock his hips, the hand behind Rhett’s head transferring the rock into Rhett’s body, adding to the thrust of the device.

His hole clamped down viciously around the knot, forcing one last thick load out of the Alpha. Riven cursed low and filthy against his neck, hips still moving in those short, deep grinds even as his own orgasm kept rolling through him. They stayed locked, both breathing hard, Kael’s body still twitching with aftershocks. Cum and slick coated his thighs in a messy shine. His cock softened slowly in Riven’s loose grip, oversensitive and wet. Riven’s mouth stayed against the back of his neck, lips brushing the sensitive skin right over where a claim would sit. His teeth scraped lightly— not biting, not yet.

I sit on the edge of my bed in the half-dark, thighs pressed together against the low throb that's been building since the delivery box arrived this afternoon. The new Nexus Veil headset stares back at me from its sleek black case, matte finish catching the faint blue glow from my bedside lamp. No bulky straps like the old models. This one is a slim visor with soft neural pads that mold to your temples and a thin band that wraps around the back of your skull. They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system.

She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Next came the skirt. She unzipped it at the side and slid it down her hips, revealing matching black lace panties already darkened with her wetness, the garter belt holding up her sheer stockings, and her heels. Riven’s eyes devoured her. His cock throbbed visibly in his trousers as he watched. “Bra and panties too,” he said, palming himself slowly through his pants. “Leave the stockings and heels on.”

Morning light slipped through the tall windows, soft but sharp, painting the sheets with red. Muna Romano,no, Muna Castelli,lay on her back, the heavy silk wrapping around her like a trap. Her body hurt, every bruise and bite proof of the battle she lost to Felix last night. The bathroom door opened slow. Steam drifted out, thick and heavy, carrying the smell of soap and skin. Felix walked into the room, a black towel hanging low on his hips. Water slid over scars from old fights, and new lines from her nails marked his chest.

She stares out of the window, watching the streets grow nicer, taller, shinier as they climb. “So he’s heard of me,” she says, trying for casual. “Babe,” Sofia says, “he probably knows your national insurance number.” The lift opens straight into the penthouse. Glass is the first thing Layla notices—walls of it, wrapping around a living room that overlooks the city like it’s something to be surveyed rather than lived in. It smells faintly of expensive perfume and something darker underneath: leather, wood polish, a hint of smoke.

Like it was the easiest promise in the world. But my mind panicked. Because the problem was People who say they won’t hurt you end up causing you the worse kind of pain. I stared at him, really staring this time. Cairos Veylan. The same man who acted like I was a problem from the moment I arrived. The same man who spoke about Ravenmoor like it swallowed people whole. And the same man who I feel somehow know things about me I had no idea of. My chest tightened. And there was .. Alara.

“Oh fuck—don’t stop—gonna cum—” Raven pulled back sudden. “Not yet, baby. We want you cumming on something bigger.” She stood, peeled off her thong. Jade did the same. Both naked now—bodies oiled and shining from the lights. Raven grabbed a small vibrator from the side table—thick, curved. Jade straddled Lia again, kissed her deep, tongue sliding in while Raven pressed the vibe against Lia’s clit, turned it on low. Lia jolted, moaned into Jade’s mouth. Raven pushed the vibe inside slow, fucking her with it while Jade rocked against her thigh, leaving a wet streak.