Wild Sin Novels & Stories

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

Then he would bathe himself in that glistening dew that drenched the flushed, pouting folds of her cunt, that gleamed on on her trembling Fingers, tempting him, tantalizing him. Watched her avidly, his breath sawing harshly in and Out of his chest. Her hips jerked and she let out a shudder ing cry, closing her thighs tightly around her hand as her face convulsed in ecstasy. Suddenly, a loud crack and a rustling sound came out of the woods. Annie sprang up and slid swiftly back into the water with a startled gasp. There was the sound of bushes Snapping back into place. A bellow of primordial rage burst out of his throat. He crashed out of the bushes, ready to hunt down whoever had

He traced the soaked fabric, pressing lightly against her clit. Lila whimpered, hips lifting off the seat. “Sir… someone might see.” “Let them,” he said, voice rough. “Let them watch how wet my little maid gets for me.” Traffic thickened ahead—an accident miles away, cars crawling, horns blaring. Then the sky cracked open. Rain slammed against the windshield, heavy and sudden, turning the world gray and blurred. Mr. James cursed softly, pulling onto the shoulder where the road widened slightly. The Hellcat’s engine growled low as he killed the ignition.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

To get his dick on her precious hole again. No matter how many times she did with Mark this intimate course, every time it feels refreshed and new, every time she felt excited and ready to glimpse a new sex world with him. The other world, the dark, full of lust and pleasure. Where she can go completely horny without any shame and shyness. Where she can meet her inner wild self with a bold smile.

Andre threw occasional glances at the woman seated next to him. Her head was very much outside the window and the wind blew up the fallen tendrils on her face as she laughed out her lungs to complete nothingness. He shouldn't be staring but the innocence that radiates on her face was calling out to his darkness. It marveled him how he was so taken in with this woman when he had been telling himself countless times that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. "Where are we going Sir?" Serenity asked, her voice echoing through the silence that blanketed the car.

The heat of the sun hung heavy in the air, but it was the biting sting of the sand against her skin that kept Sena awake. Each shift in the wind seemed to carry whispers of pain and regret, carried on the backs of the cursed Mute Wolves, who could neither speak nor shift fully. She was one of them—one of the cursed, chained to the barren Scarlet Sand Wasteland, working endlessly for those who ruled over her kind with indifference.

The cold wind cuts through the trees as I run—faster than I’ve ever run before. My paws dig into the forest floor, claws slicing through roots and debris. The scent of blood, fire, and fear is thick, clinging to every breath like ash. We are no longer hiding. No longer running. We are meeting death at the threshold and daring it to blink first. I am Silvara, born of divinity, forged in the underworld, and chosen by the Moon herself. I am not just Anika’s wolf—I am her wrath, her strength, her divine right.

“Wei spotted. He has four men with him. One car only. Two minutes.” Saint clenched his jaw and glanced at Hudson. “Don’t go off the rails too soon.” “Worry about getting the right information from him and I’ll keep myself in check,” he said. “I make no such fucking promises,” Wilder said, his eyes looking feral. “But while we wait for him, why doesn’t Pinocchio masturbate?” I grinned and glanced at him. “Why not, Wilder?” “Forest fires,” he said, threw his head back and laughed loudly. “You know, wood on wood.”

Her voice was shaky. "I am marking you," Silas said. His gold eyes were very serious. "When a man takes a prize like you, he must make sure the world knows. This oil will sink into your skin. It will leave a scent that only I can smell. It tells the mountains and the shadows that you belong to the basement." He used his large hands to grip her hips. He squeezed firmly. He wanted her to remember the feeling of his strength. Because he was so strong, his fingers left small, dark marks on her pale skin.