Velvet And Veneer R34 Novels & Stories

I stiffened under Andre's scrutiny but forced myself to remain composed, refusing to let my nerves show. “You can complete the rest of the security access” Andre said to Raphael. “Yes, Alpha,” Raphael said. “This technology is designed to work in lightning and range, so position your head at different angles.” Raphael instructed. After he was done capturing my features, he inputted some of my information into a tablet. I wasn't bothered by facial scans or the information of me stored in their database. After the next Luna celebration, their information will be useless anyway. “It's done.” Raphael announced.

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.

Lena watched with heavy-lidded eyes, her fingers lazily circling her own clit. Riley kicked off her jeans and panties, revealing smooth, shaved skin and more tattoos trailing down her hips. I laid her back on the wide chair beside Lena and positioned myself between her thighs. My cock was aching, still slick from Lena. I rubbed the head up and down Riley’s wet slit, teasing her clit until she was squirming. “Jax… please,” she breathed, reaching down to guide me.

Her fingers trembled as they brushed the choker again. I fastened it around her neck with slow, deliberate movements. It fit perfectly — elegant, discreet, and deadly. The thin band of leather sat snug against her throat, the silver engraving **Grey’s Velvet** catching the low light. One wrong move, one attempt to run too far from the designated safe zone, and it would deliver a controlled but painful electric shock — enough to remind her who she belonged to without causing permanent harm.

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

--- He walked across the room in three massive strides. Sera barely had time to react before he was looming over her — gigantic, hot, and potent. Valerio reached down and opened the box with a snap of the lid. Inside, resting against black velvet, was a collar. Black leather. Streamlined. One silver ring in the middle. Simple. Beautiful. Irrefutably possessive. Her knees turned to water. --- "No," Sera breathed, stepping back. "I'm not. I'm not some pet you can just—"

It was bigger than my childhood bedroom, designed with dark velvet colours and soft expensive beddings that made comfort a thing. Filled with curiosity, I peek at the huge drapings that stretched from floor to ceiling and draw them back, gasping at the ridiculously transparent glass behind them. They were so clean that if curtains weren't there, I'd probably miss out the fact that it's a window. I guess Lazaro wasn't joking when he said comfort wasn't an issue. I walked to the edge, staring down at the grounds below me. Three stories down. A really clean fall that could make my life less miserable.

Her head was still resting on Venom's chest, and she could feel his steady heartbeat beneath her ear. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the reality of the situation. This wasn't a dream! She was actually in bed with Venom! Velia's face flushed with embarrassment and excitement as she tried to wriggle free, but Venom's grip only tightened. She couldn't help but to be captivated as she tilted her head to look up at his striking features. Her eyes traced the sharp lines of his jaw, the perfection of his eyebrows, and the fullness of his lips. She was tempted to reach out and touch them, to see if they were as soft as they looked.