Wild Sin Novels & Stories

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

The business of the moment begins as Mr Mitchell is relentless in his heavy seduction taking Amelia straight into the wings of uncontrollable desire. She can't just understand why it is just so hard for her to resist whenever this man begins his heartless relentless sweet touches. She can't just understand why it is just so f****** hard why? Why the hell is it just so delicious that all she can do is moan and wail as Mr Mitchell slowly fondles with her sensitive properties slowly unbuttoning her shirt slipping it away from her body.

They stop three inches below my navel and just *blaze* there, forcing the muscles of my inner thighs to clamp tight. Metal scrapes my collarbone. Fresh grass grazes my knees. Honey clings to my fingertips. And last of all, ashes. Silas's bone-ash scent cups my heels. Impossibly cold. Impossibly light. Like he's afraid I might collapse in this final step. These seven streams do not blend. They war. They fight for every inch of territory on my skin. They tear at the edges of my sanity. Every single current is heavy with raw, unadulterated mating hunger.

I moaned into his mouth, grinding against him shamelessly, my bare pussy leaving a wet trail along his skin. Sinclair lifted me like I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down on the bed with surprising gentleness, but his eyes were wild with need. “Tell me you want this, Natasha,” he rasped, hovering over me. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.” “I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, voice trembling with raw emotion. “I need it. I need you inside me. Please, Sinclair. Make me feel everything I’ve been missing.”

he sang making all the girls in the crowds go wild, all but me. He winked at me once before he continued singing, making the lower half of my body ache with pleasure. I forced my eyes away from him and helped myself to another glass of drink from the table, convincing myself that he wasn’t that amazing, although my body said otherwise. I downed down the drink I held in my hand before I finally got up from my seat and walked over to Kaleb, thinking we both needed to get home before father hunted us down and killed us before the morning.

No one had asked before, so he never talked about it in the UHB Leisure Club. “You also haven’t escaped the curse of the Leisure Club. You’re unlucky at that point too.” “It’s been five years...” he said, looking into the distance again. “It’s confirmed that when a club member’s gaze is wandering far, something bad has happened. Care to share, Gavin? Don’t worry, I just want to lessen the burden you’re carrying in your chest. Proven and tested, you need someone to talk about your problem.” Gavin found himself opening up to Wesley. In those moments, he was on the golf course, sitting on a lounge chair. After the meeting at the Club House, he went there. He didn’t notice that Wesley followed h

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.

It turned into an elderly woman before it died. Garrick stood over the body of the wolf that had now turned into the body, and with a lot of satisfaction across his face he said. “And that is how you win,” he said coldly. “Mercy has no place in this world, that my dear js what you should always remember.” Irvine pressed a fist to her mouth, fighting back the urge to puke. Meanwhile the both of them weren't the only ones in the forest that morning. ***** Jeweled had smelt them even before he saw them.

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?