Romans & histoires Velvet Seasons

I’d cum deep inside you and make you push it out so I can watch it drip down your thighs. Me: Yes. Fill me up. Use me. I want to be your secret whore. The heat between us was intense. My body was on fire. I was so close to coming just from the dirty words on my screen. ShadowHunter88: I’m too fucking hard to keep texting. I need the real thing. Meet me tonight. There’s a quiet bar called The Velvet Room downtown. 10pm. Wear something easy to take off. I stared at the message, heart pounding. This was reckless. Dangerous even. But the ache inside me was too strong to ignore.

Chapter Four Laura’s pov Well driving home I got a sex urge. The ache sat low and heavy between my legs the whole way. Traffic lights blurred past while I kept shifting in the seat. Fuck it. I pulled over quickly in a quiet spot unbuttoned my shirt enough that my bra pushed up full and obvious. I took out my phone, angled it and let my fingers trace slowly over the lace cups. nipples already tight underneath. Hit record then I sent the video straight to Derek with a short message. “I will be home in five”. My pussy pounded the rest of the drive just thinking about it.

Sam sprayed on some perfume and looked at herself in the mirror. She touched her dark blue robe that matched her light blue and pearl-toned wardrobe. She highlighted her hazel eyes with black eyeliner and white shadow. She had put on lipstick, even though no one was going to see her lips, but it was to keep them moisturized. Her hair looked beautiful and silky, although only part of it was showing because the veil covered most of her face including her hair. She had changed a lot since Arthur took her to the estate, she was no longer disheveled and her hair didn't look like a bird's nest.

The sun was already rising on the horizon, and that somehow gave me the feeling that the day would be very hot and chaotic. So, while evaluating my beautiful lingerie in front of the large body mirror of my closet, I chose a set of suit and pants of the thinnest fabric I found. I ended up wearing a combination of white and lilac, putting on escarpins and putting on less jewelry than I used to wear in my ordinary days. After all, that wasn't an ordinary day.

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.

My heart swelled seeing her sit across from me in her rosy and most cheerful self. We were at an outdoor café just under the mild sunlight. She wore a skimpy gown that flayed at the lower region, the length was so short that it had difficulty getting past her mid-thigh. The upper region had fancy buttons fastened on them but they served no purpose because the V at the neck of the dress traveled all the way down to the middle of the breasts. It enabled her cleavage to be displayed in full sight and well defined.

Hours bled into a blur. The cabin was filled with Evelyn’s guttural snarls, her pained gasps, the scrape of her nails against wood. Sweat poured down her temples, soaking her hair. Her body thrashed until Kael’s arms were the only thing keeping her grounded. Every time Jonah or Rowan moved too close, Kael’s growl deepened, a feral warning that none of them dared test.