Dark Lover Romane & Geschichten

It was better than standing. His eyes captured hers. “Don’t let go of the sheets.” he instructed and she nodded before he nudged her thighs apart and knelt between them. Then he pulled off his dark teal short-sleeved vest, revealing his toned broad chest, which made her breath come up faster. She felt small as she laid underneath him, completely at his mercy as he bent his body over hers, his hands on each side of her head, dominating her. He closed his mouth over hers, French kissing her deeply again, both of them moaning.

Lahat ng mga tao sa loob ay sumisigaw ng salitang 'delikado' at kapangyarihan. Isa 'tong club kung saan dinadayo ng mga criminal upang mag enjoy. Drug lords are everywhere with their sluts. Maingay ang paligid at maraming mga babaeng kulang nalang ang mag h***d at nakalingkis ang mga braso sa mga napiling papaligayahin ngayong gabi. Ang kaninang maingay na mga tao ay bigla nalang nanahimik kaya napatingin ang dalaga sa may entrada ng club dahil dun nakatingin ang lahat ng tao.

“I'm not the kind of man you imagined. I am not your happy ever after. I am a bad man with dark secrets. It's huge enough to destroy your existence. But you…” My voice trailed as I locked gaze with those mesmerizing Amber eyes that twinkled under the soft glow of the chandelier. I wanted to kiss them. To wipe the tears off and spray my seed all over her face until she gagged. “You are pure, innocent, fragile, full of life, so fucking young. You are brave, you dare to explore. That's the reason I call you little dove. One more step closer to me and you will be tainted by my darkness.” “All it takes is one taste for you to get obsessed. For you to get dangerously addicted. Before you know it,

The door of her bathroom opened and her worst nightmare walked out and grinned at her. "Finally, you are awake. I didn't want to fu¢k you when you're still unconscious." He was still naked and hard. Oh heaven, help her. He climbed the bed and inhaled deeply, still grinning. She won't give him the satisfaction of her begging him again. Let him do what he wants, she couldn't fight, not being chained. "I know you love this," Dark said to her. "It's my turn." he added and started fu¢king her.

Elbert made no move to stop her this time. •T–––M–––V–––P–––L• The room was dark, but the soul who lay on the bed without sleeping was burning up with fire in his lions. Darius was trying to quench the flame that the Luna’s daughter had ignited in him. She had been so beautiful, and heavenly. He shouldn’t think about her because she was a werewolf, and the problems they had were still there. But, still, he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to see her, touch her and love her.

"If this room is our tomb, I’m going to make sure the air is thick with you. I want him to watch. I want him to see that even in the dark, you are mine." The sensuality was jagged, a feverish collision of two souls who had been forged in the same fire. Dante used his body as a shield and a weapon, his touch sweet in its intensity and sadistic in its demand. He forced her to witness the end of the world through the lens of his obsession. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice a low thrum against her skin as the walls groaned. "Tell me you won't leave me, even when the lights go out."

They were deeply involved in a passionate kiss. Lysander cleared his throat and looked away shyly, an uncharacteristic bashfulness crossing his face. Camille, however, stood there with a look of pure amusement, her arms crossed. I just felt awkward, like I’d walked into the wrong bathroom. Domenic pulled away, his green eyes flashing with a predatory amber light as he glared at the intruders. No one needed to tell me for me to know that this is Domenic Darkshadow, prince of the vampires and also a very powerful man. His stance says it all. The woman immediately hid her face in the crook of his neck, her cheeks burning a bright pink.

“Lily, he is not for you. You are too innocent, too bright, too kind. He is darkness. Do you know how many he has drained dry? How many died in his blood-soaked orgies?” Her lips curled. “And you are an angel?” He gave a soft, bitter laugh. “By nickname, yes.” She moved closer, her voice a hiss. “Listen to me carefully, Dark Angel—you are not the one to judge Alaric. How many lives have you taken? How many women have you had? We all have shadows. Alaric is working to control his. I gave him my promise of marriage, and I will keep it.” She turned sharply, fleeing before she did something reckless.