Velvet X Jaune Novels & Stories

The door handle rattled harder, like death demanding entry. Marcus’s powerful body was still pressed against Pera’s, his thick cock buried deep inside her freshly deflowered pussy, their mixed releases leaking around him. Her walls fluttered with aftershocks, her innocent body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure of her first time. Thunder rolled outside, but the real storm was inside the penthouse.

She gripped the counter, nausea rising. The collar was the exact shade of red Valerio had called her slip last night. Crimson. Blood and silk. It wasn’t just a threat—it was a message. Cael had eyes on her. And he knew. Valerio’s past hadn’t just caught up to him. It had slithered into their present, wrapped in velvet and poison. When Valerio returned, the first thing he saw was Sera, curled in a chair, the note on the table beside her.

Blown away by the beautiful arrangement of dresses. As they walked in, her eyes settled on a dress, and for a full minute, she didn’t look away. “That’s the seventh edition of the Astra Veil from the House of CẾLESTE NOIR.” The brunette stepped in front of her, running her fingers through the sleek dress that caught the light with a soft opalescent shimmer. “We have seven of these in the world. This is the only one in Morvane. Do you want to take it?”

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.

"Sure, Suze?" Suzie's eyes were occupied, Darren finally made an appearance. His auburn locks were hard to miss, he was tan with dark, fiery hair and bright blue eyes. He was quite attractive, Violet might have taken an interest in him if Suzie hadn't seen him first. Then again, they were perfect for each other so maybe not, they were both loud and friendly and at times obnoxious. No two people were more suited for one another, this Violet was sure of, which was why she was a bit annoyed at him for dragging his feet with Suzie.

My hands felt heavy as I lifted the cover. Inside were neatly organized pages — printed profiles, each with a photograph clipped to the top. Fifty-seven entries. I recognized some faces from my earlier frantic search. The first page showed Elena Moreau, a French model with striking green eyes, involved for four months three years ago. Notes listed a discreet settlement and a daughter, now two years old, living in Paris under a trust. Shawn stood behind me now, close enough that I felt the heat of his body but not touching. His hand hovered near my shoulder.

“I’m going to fill this tight little pussy with every drop of my cum. I want it dripping down your thighs for days. His pace quickened. Two fingers thrust deeper, faster, while his thumb rubbed tight circles on my clit. Pleasure coiled hot and tight in my belly. My hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as I moaned his name brokenly. “Xavi… Xavier… oh God— I was right there, trembling on the edge, thighs shaking around his wrist. “Not yet, Velvet. he rasped, pulling his fingers out completely just as I was about to shatter. A desperate whine escaped me. “Please… He smirked, that cold, dangerous smile that made my stomach flip. “I want you dripping and begging when I fin

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.

It absorbed it quickly and the light seemed to be getting brighter and brighter every second. "Is that Violet's blood?!" Xavier growled angrily. His body was rigid with fists clenched at his sides, eyes black and haunting. Ezekiel and Zain sniffed the air, and their eyes widened a fraction after catching her faint scent. "Yes it is. It'll strengthen the soul light as you can see. I didn't harm your precious mate any more than you could have harmed her," she replied much to Xavier's anger. He growled angrily but said nothing.

“You two know about snow-velvet dye?” Elijah nodded proudly. “We saw it in a book. It says it comes from your northern place and it’s very rare.” Then he added with a tiny frown, “We need the right aura to mix it.” Caleb pushed his hands forward, as if ready to work already. “We can do it, Uncle. We’re smart.” Vincent snorted softly, an amused sound I hadn’t heard from him in years. “That much is true.” Then he turned to Myra. “Do you want to go?”