Velvet X Coco Novels & Stories

The warm, wetness of her mouth nearly buckled his knees, never had he expected this kind of pleasure from kissing a human. Violet melted into his arms as they tightened around her, bringing her as close as possible as his tongue slipped in her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his waist as they became one for a moment, completely oblivious to the world around them that seemed to have gone silent and dark around them. She became aware very quickly that she never wanted this feeling to end. "A

“We were tested. Routinely. Not just academics. Empathy drills. Stress exposure. Micro-expression calibration. I thought it was education. It wasn’t.” A beat passed. “Velvet wasn’t created by people who wanted pleasure,” he said. “It was built by people who wanted leverage. And before they used women to seduce power, they trained boys to mirror it.” Something inside her cracked. “You were an Eve_One subject.” “No. I was on the other side of the glass.”

That night, Elara dreamed of red velvet curtains closing around her, soft but heavy, beautiful but suffocating. She woke before dawn, heart racing. Somewhere in the house, a door opened. Somewhere in the city, someone else was watching. And somewhere between power and promise, the Velvet Oath tightened its grip—slowly, quietly, the way the most dangerous things always do.

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.

CHAPTER ONE Coco stared at the deserted untidy road from the rear side mirror as Vill roughly rode her and Brandy. Her cheeks were cold while she tried to gather her thoughts. She spoke rapidly, gesticulating wildly, making faces to emphasize a point. Christ! Vill hated himself and Chief Kaave even more, for having him drive the witch to the 2021 annual function of TRENDZ. But she was the most sensual woman he had ever laid eyes on... "Vill?" Coco questioned sharply. "Are you listening to me?" She felt a sharp sense of frustration.

The passion blazed brighter as each caress received an answer. Lucas thrust. As he pushed his masculinity forward, Velia responded in kind. Collisions occurred. There was a slight pain, but Velia relished it. Lucas saw it clearly. It was not just the influence of the vodka he had just sipped. Impossible. It was inconceivable that his eyes could deceive him in witnessing this sight. Velia's face appeared flushed and surrendered. She was captivated and carried away, desiring more as Lucas could clearly feel what was happening. Velia underneath moved in harmony with the thrusts she received.

What was Xena even talking about? "The shirt you're wearing. It's a limited edition piece from Celestial's spring collection. There are only a hundred of them globally, and the official price is 400 thousand dollars each." "I guess you're buying designer knockoffs because you're afraid of being poor. But at least know what you're wearing. Don't make a fool of yourself." Xena stared at Coco with total contempt, but she kindly advised her as if she was well-intentioned. Coco looked down, staring at the long-sleeve shirt she was wearing. Coco had stayed in Lucas' villa last night, so she had randomly picked something from his closet.

Lake asked, staring into her eyes to detect any hint of a lie if she told one. Coco laughed. “You are my man, Lake. I would get used to this, and my body would adjust to it. In fact, you made me feel like a real woman.” A sigh of relief escaped Lake. If this was how she felt, then he was ready for more. “So, are you ready for another round?” Coco's sores had not healed yet, though the hot water was comforting. “Let’s get food for Ezrah and Michelle. We have the night to ourselves,” Coco replied, hoping that by then, her wounds would have healed. After all, sexual sores were not the same as the ordinary.

Valeria’s hands gripped her hips, guiding the rhythm, nails raking red lines. They rocked together frantically, mouths fused, chasing the second peak. When it hit, it hit them both: Elena grinding down as Valeria arched up, their cries muffled against each other’s lips. Afterward, they lay tangled on the spilled champagne chaise, breathing hard, skin cooling. Far below, the act was ending; applause thundered like distant rain. Valeria traced a lazy circle around Elena’s navel. “Madame Voss will smell us on the velvet for months.”

My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen. Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings. They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.