Wild Sin Novels & Stories

Resting his weighty penis against her, Sinclair’s mouth found hers, his tongue diving between her lips, sucking as he had sucked her nipples, probing, darting, sipping the honey-sweet dew of her saliva while she made mewling noises deep in her hroat. He rolled away from her to free himself of his trousers, and she drank in the sight of his strong, muscular body, marked here and there with the scars of old wounds. But beautiful though it was, her eyes kept returning to the dense dark plume spreading over his lower belly and the powerful prong rising from it: the source of pleasure by which her hunger could be appeased. Her fingers itched to touch it, but she was helplessly dependent on his wi

We can talk but they can never trace me using scent. Do I feel guilty for what I wanted to do? No. I don't. Would I do it again? Yes. I would. I run towards the side of the big forest where there has been massacres of wolves and I want war. I want to fight. I want to kill. I want to spill blood. I am faster than any of my mates and I was sure that Mason won't be able to catch up to me when I ran. I am out of the Blue Waters pack's jurisdiction and I know I am trespassing.

He took them both out of my hands before I could argue, still staring at me, clearly not convinced. We left campus in his car. The drive home was completely silent. No music, no small talk, nothing. Just the low hum of the engine and the click of the turn signal. I kept my eyes on the window, watching the city blur past, but every few minutes I could feel him glance over at me. The guilt settled deeper with every mile, heavy and cold. Sex with my elder brother. Fuck. That was worse than anything else I’d ever done. It is sinful.

Season 2 Synopsis of Sinful Escape By DB Novels She was betrayed. Framed. Broken. Now she’s reborn. After surviving the ultimate betrayal by her husband and lover, Sera Carter sheds her name, her face, and her past—emerging from prison as the ruthless and mysterious Arianna Vale. Love? That word died the day Raven and Ethan kissed in front of her cell. Now, she doesn’t trust. She doesn’t feel. She seduces, manipulates, and destroys. Every man she kisses, every deal she makes, every move she plans—is fueled by a single burning desire:

The words spilled out of me, drunk on sensation and the whiskey still burning in my blood. Every pull of his lips sent sparks racing through me. Every curl of his fingers made my walls clench greedily around him. “Good girl.” He muttered between clenched teeth, watching me with that twisted, hungry expression. “I want to hear more of those dirty little screams.” He added a third finger, stretching me wide, and I screamed—raw, desperate, the sound tearing out of my throat. He kept the pace torturously slow. Sucking one breast, then the other, while his fingers pumped in and out, scissoring open my cunt like he was preparing it for something bigger. I could feel the orgasm coiling tight and me

Virgin tight. My heart hammers. My fingers slow, teasing my entrance, circling the sensitive rim. I want to draw it out. Make it last. *He pushed. Slow. Inexorable. The broad head breached her, stretching her open inch by burning inch. Pain flared—sharp, bright—but it melted into pleasure so fast she cried out. Deeper he went, ridges dragging along her walls, filling her until she felt split apart and remade. When the knot kissed her entrance she whimpered, overwhelmed. He paused, letting her adjust, letting her feel every thick pulse of his cock buried inside her untouched pussy.*

Fisher of men. He'd waited for her 4AM. She'd come stumbling out of the building Fisher of men. Fisher of men. Fisher of men... She was drowsy. She was drunk. She was weak. She reeked of sin. Sin. Sin. Sin. Fisher of men. Fisher of men. Fisher of men... He'd wrapped a white handkerchief to her nose and she'd caved. Too weak to put up a fight. Too drenched in sin.

in a few months time we will be packing up the babies and heading off to Bora Bora for this beach wedding for some of the most flammable beings I know! Damn, I really hope they don't die getting married to each other. That'd be horrible. ~ ~ ~ End of part 1 to Sinful Nights...

The one linked to Melody's fate could very well be her brother, Justin—himself, a formidable force of nature. Slipping into the night, I wrapped myself in shadows, each footstep a silent pact with dark forces that I'd use my gifts for the greater good. The scent of pine and earth rose to meet me, a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. I hurried through the forest, a flicker of white in the moon’s loyal gaze. The further I ventured into the heart of the wild, the more I could feel Crystal’s presence, a beacon of latent power and seething emotions beckoning me onward.

The medium dares kept rolling, each one filthier—more grinding, spit-slick neck bites, hands everywhere, cocks rubbing against asses through the last bits of fabric, low groans and dirty laughs mixing with the bass. “You’re such a whore for attention,” Ryan called over, voice wrecked. “Look at that hole twitching every time Liam touches it.” Finally the last medium card got played out, everyone breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat, cocks out and throbbing in the open air now. Liam reached for the new deck that just unlocked with a click. “No Limits. Shit’s about to get real nasty.” The spinner whirled again fast on the table. Liam drew the top card from the fresh deck, reading it out with