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Her Sin [ON HOLD UNTIL SUMMER 2022]
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"I prayed for your touch." I whispered softly, as I ran my hand up and down his strong, sexy arm. "Everyday."
He roughly turned me around and brought his lips close to my ear, "snd I prayed for your taste."
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Serenity
"I thought..." she swallowed, "I thought I was just another girl to you." My heart fucking shattered. I pressed my lip against the corner of her mouth, not kissing her fully, just worshipping her. "Kamari, I could spend a thousand lifetime with you and it still wouldn't be enough," I whispered. "I'll never be strong to walk away from you, you're the only thing I'll remember even if I forget everything else." "I don't deserve that." She whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Let me decide that." "I'm not the same anymore Sawyer." Her voice broke. "And I'll spend everyday of the rest my life trying to put you back together, stop trying to push me away or find flaws in yourself."
Taunting the Stalker
He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"Concluída
His Love.
Everyone feared Uzair Malik. Whispers of his name could still an entire room. His presence was a storm veiled in silk - quiet, controlled, and laced with danger. In the city of Meerabad, he ruled the shadows like a king without a crown, answerable to no one. Ruthless, revered, and wrapped in mystery, Uzair Malik wasn't just a name - he was a warning. And then came Ayesha. Soft-spoken. Observant. The kind of girl who disappeared into corners and found comfort in silence. While his world roared with violence and loyalty paid in blood, hers was stitched together by quiet mornings, books with bent pages, and unspoken dreams. She belonged nowhere near him. But fate - as cruel as it is clever - didn't care. Their worlds collided in the most unlikely place: a library café on the edge of Meerabad. A glance. A moment. And something irreversible took root. He didn't know her name. But her silence echoed in him louder than gunfire. She was the only calm he'd ever known. And he, the storm she'd been taught to fear. Uzair wanted her the way fire wants air - desperately, completely, without pause. And once he set his eyes on her, there was no turning back. She stirred the parts of him he thought were long dead. He awakened the fears she didn't know she carried. What began as a flicker quickly became a fire - a fire that would burn everything in its path. Because in Meerabad, love is dangerous. And in Uzair's world, love is war. A love story. Story of obsession, power, and surrender - where a quiet girl meets a man the world bows to... and everything changes.
Tiger. Stripes
"Don't cry." I gasped. Leon. He stood a few feet away, watching me with that same intense stare. Those dark monolid eyes. I was terrified of him. And it wasn't because he was riddled with an ink sleeve running up his right arm, lip, ear, eyebrow piercings that glinted against his olive casted skin. Or even the fact that he was very tall and muscular. It was because his eyes were so intense they made my heart skip a beat. Everything about him screamed danger up close, but his presence felt... steady. Secure. My pulse continued to pound loudly in my ears. The way he was looking at me now, It made my skin burn in an entirely new way. He crouched slightly, his dark gaze locking onto mine. And then-so effortlessly, so intimately-his thumb brushed against my cheek, wiping away a stray tear. I flinched. Not from fear. From something else entirely. His touch was fire. "They shouldn't have said those things." His voice was softer now, a quiet rumble that slid over my skin like silk, a slight accent peaking through the vowels. "They don't know how to approach you. You intimidate them." I blinked. "Me?" His lips twitched slightly, as if amused by my confusion. Then-gently, the heat of his palm curled around mine, grounding, consuming, and he helped me to my feet. And then his gaze wandered. Slowly. Deliberately. Down my body. "They don't know how to appreciate a woman's body, so they make jokes." He says. Then- "If I were to have you," he murmured, voice impossibly deep, "I'd worship your body. Make you realize how beautiful you are until it's branded into your mind. Until one day, you'll look in the mirror and see what I see." My breath hitched. We stood there in silence. Then, he turned, walking toward the door, leaving me standing there, breathless, trembling, changed.
Who is it going to be
He pushes me against the wall and let his body rest on me as I arch mine against his to feel his body closer, slowly caressing my thighs towards the junction of my legs,with his fingers he dives underneath my skirt and rest a pair of fingers on my labia and then teases my legs apart, I was already moist.He places he lips on my neck slightly below but behind my ears as I wrapped my hands around his neck so I could feel him even closer. His fingers began to take motion, the motion I yearned for ever since he set his eyes on me and as his fingers moved back and forth I moaned as softly as I possibly could (believe me it was difficult) . The more he moved his fingers the less likely I was to stay on my feet and the more I pushed my body against his as I pulled his towards mine, I was almost there until he whispered in my ears as he kept at my warmth "what is it you want Sofia....tell me". I wanted to reply so I fought the urge to moan even louder and said "all of you ....Concluída
His Angel
I tried to ignore his touch, but impossible, because I want him. I decided to remove his hand and started to push it over my nightgown, but as I was pushing his hand out of my nightgown, he just slipped it into my panties. I think I stopped breathing now. He didn't do anything, he just held his hand in my panties. "Baby, breathe." This is a feeling that is impossible to describe. I just felt him move his fingers slowly. "Oohh.."Concluída
Bad is Better
"Like I said... you want me." I stepped towards the door and looked back. I'll be leaving now, you know staying the hell away from you like you "wanted" ". I turned around and looked at him. He stalked towards me angrily. I placed my hand on his hard muscular chest. "Try to forget me now." I smirked deciding to mess him up further. "I'm soaking wet, and you made that happen." I trailed my hand down his chest and reached into my short and touch my soaking p***y and pulled it out. I waved my finger in front of his face showing his the evidence. He grabbed my hand, stopping my movement. He looked me dead in eyes and stuck my finger in his mouth; he closed his eyes sucking my finger clean. He slowly took my finger out, his jaw clinching. And what he said, hit me right to my aching core. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day and never get enough. Let me..fuck! So fucking delicious! I need more!" He dropped to his knees in front of me. Well shit just got real.Concluída
Her Guardian ✓
"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)Concluída
"I thought..." she swallowed, "I thought I was just another girl to you." My heart fucking shattered. I pressed my lip against the corner of her mouth, not kissing her fully, just worshipping her. "Kamari, I could spend a thousand lifetime with you and it still wouldn't be enough," I whispered. "I'll never be strong to walk away from you, you're the only thing I'll remember even if I forget everything else." "I don't deserve that." She whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Let me decide that." "I'm not the same anymore Sawyer." Her voice broke. "And I'll spend everyday of the rest my life trying to put you back together, stop trying to push me away or find flaws in yourself."
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