Chasing Midnight

Chasing Midnight

  • WpView
    Reads 1,789
  • WpVote
    Votes 75
  • WpPart
    Parts 9
WpMetadataReadOngoing1h 59m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 23, 2018
"You will not deny me," His voice trickled down her exposed neck as she remained firm, her head held high in defiance. Her heart pacing wildly in her chest as the heat from his very electrifying touch scorched her skin. ' I will never be yours,' Natalie sneered squeezing her eyes shut from the feel of his breath tickling her skin and from her own intoxicating desires. "You smell so good," his voice husky with hunger as she felt her will toward him thinning ever so softly at the feel of his lips brushing along her neckline. ' I I ,' her resolve withering from his powerful presence as she grasped hold of him readying to push him away. 'Can't be your ma.' Natalie's voice locked within her as she felt a deafening growl erupted from her ear with her eyes widening in shock from the sudden force of pressure clamping down at her neckline submitting her to his very will. *** WARNING:: this book will have bad language in it, sexual content, and violence children under 18 please don't read or get a parent's permission to continue reading this story*** Thank You
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Shattered Vows
  • His Human Mate | English Version | Completed
  • "Natalie" | 18+
  • Hated- Really?
  • Mia, Mine #sytycw15 #RomanticSuspense Book 1
  • His Obsession ✔
  • War of Praisers
  • Protecting You ("The Shadows" Series: Book I)

WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES "You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines