Dark Lover の小説・ストーリー

His voice coming out very husky and unclear, the only thing I could make out from my sleep was ' only if you knew, love'. Only if I knew what? Then he stalked off. I cursed my poor eyesight disappointing me once again. The sleep was too beautiful to be sacrificed on some mystery guy and plus I felt lazy to get up. Yeah I know , lazy as always... ***************************** Damian's P.O.V

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

“No matter how hard I fuck you, it’s never hate. It’s need. It’s love. Twisted and dark as it is, it’s yours.” She shudders, melting her body into mine. “Damian…” she moans in a voice thick with sleep and lust. “Don’t stop. Please…” I don’t. Instead, I grind in deeper and roll my hips to brush her walls just right until her moans spill louder. I hold her tight against me, letting her leg stay hooked over mine. The position gives me direct access to her soul. “You feel that?” I whisper hoarsely. “That’s how I love you. Deep. dirty. Real. All and more for you, Liliana.”

He stayed still for a moment with his eyes closed, his lower body lying next to her and his upper body pressed against hers, elbows on each side of her head. Maverick slowly opened his eyes and revealed the tears in them. “How can you still want me after knowing what I am? Azalea, I'm a hellhound! You and I are enemies! You're an angel, meant to take people to heaven and to keep evil out. I'm a hellhound! I drag souls to hell, and I keep people like you out. Your light, I'm Darkness. Everything about me is Darkness because I am from hell. I don't deserve you,” Maverick's voice cracked as he spoke. His hand moved to her face, trailing his fingers along her delicate skin. The last sentence cam

"Markus left the room, while Alexander gently lifted Sarah, who was barely complaining from the blows she had on her body. During the return to DarkVille, she fell asleep, she was wrapped in a sheet, full of blood, for Alexander, it was one of the most difficult situations he had to go through in his life, because the woman he loved was not only wounded, but she distilled the precious liquid that he loved to drink, which made him weak, but that in an oath he had promised not to drink again. He was going crazy, but having her in his arms was what he longed for the most, she was the apple of his eye, his greatest and darkest obsession, and all that destiny had prepared for him with Sarah Sterl

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

The lust we're both feeling. He kept on banging me hard and I screamed the pleasure was taking me to the center of madness. He hold my hair as he bang my entrance from the back, it was like I was being tortured by him, he has driven me crazy with the way he teased me with his hard torso. "Now it's your turn to make me go crazy,'' he muttered as I got on top of him. Seeing his long and hard torso, I centered myself on it as I began to ride him gently. He closed his eyes as he folded my two breasts. I increased the pace. He was inside me and I could feel the pleasure. I stopped the pace, now you have to give me a blow job he whispered and I nodded. Getting down on my knees he shoved his hard t

“Why do you ask?" "There is a legend of a lyceum, he is called Night Terror, and now we think he is going by The Howling One. He is the oldest of the lyceums, and it has been said he was the first. Remember the story I was telling you? It is said he lives in a shadow realm, somewhere between the light and the dark. We call it the twilight world, although this realm is forbidden to all wolfin." "What does this have to do with me?" She asked looking over the manicured lawn.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

I stood up, didn't even look at him in the eyes because it was dark. “Amore nel buio.” He whispered. I turned to him he was already behind me. “Huh?” “Let's make love in the dark.” He suggested. As he leaned to my face. Before our lips touched again, I managed to get out an, "Only for tonight. Right?” He didn't have to say it back, though. He returned the words in the kiss. His hands trailed under the shirt I was wearing and rubbed my bare waist. I smiled under the kiss, hating how ticklish I was, but he ran his hands along my stomach relaxing me.