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Painting Her

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"Not many seem to appreciate this piece." He said lowly and I licked my lips.

"Not many seem to have understood it." I spoke out and felt his eyes shift to me.

"So you see for what it is?" He asked and I met his eyes.

"Yes." I breathed. 

"Sure?" He smiled with a glint of humour masking something darker beneath.

"To everyone, the woman appears to be high, and throwing her head back breathing out smoke." I whispered, and he turned to face me entirely with a curious smile. 

"Uhhm." He hummed huskily and I bit my lip to stop sighing again.

"Yeah." I breathed out.

"What do you see?" His voice turned sharper and I kept my eyes pinned on the painting and a smile made its way to my lips.

"It's not the smoke she's high on." I licked my lips. "It's the desire, she's burning in. Throwing her head back in ecstasy."All Rights Reserved

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Loveless Beauty (Completed) by Rurika_mahi

If you are not loved, if you have got nobody to love you, then turn your loveless life into something beautiful. That something should be worth. ☆☆☆ He was standing infront of me all the time, when I had my eyes closed. I turned my back to him so that I could confess without any interruption. Also closed my eyes to avoid my nerves that could have held me back. But the bastard took the opportunity to witness all my misery. And when I finished I was too anxious to notice him there. I even thought it better that he left after. That he didn't hear any of those stupid things that I spew out of my mouth. Now that he heard everything. I felt a little shy, embarrassed and probably more shy. With him this close, touching me, whispering things. How am I still alive?! "Huh?!" I replied, making myself an idiot, again, infront of my, uh___ crush?! Yeah, I was tired of calling him my ex secret husband. He smirked as his eyes twinkled, amused. That brought me back as I blink a few times. Stupid, that I was. "When?! Why would I ignore you?!" I denied. Gashmir did not stop his torture. His hand went to my neck as he soothed my skin. ☆☆☆ To my Indian and non Indiana readers both. Don't think much just give it a shot.

Delirious Love by jellogayn2

|STEAMY ROMANCE| 18+ "Oh, how bad I want to corrupt you, ruin you. But you're not ready for that." As much as I want her beneath me, writhing, begging me to stop. There is a time and a place for all that, which now is not the time nor place. A blush forms on her cheeks as she looks away. I put my finger under her chin and gently lift her face. "Look at me, my love. I want to see those beautiful cherry cheeks of yours." I love how responsive she is to me. Seeing her blush and shy away from me is one of my favorite things about her. "Stop, Ansel," she giggled. "You can't just say things like that and expect me to remain unfazed". I find it amusing that she is completely unaware of the power she has over me. God, if we didn't have to leave, I would've shown her what she does to me. "I'm not going to apologize, my love. You make me want to give you the world, yet corrupt that innocent aura you have. Let's go, darling, we are going to be late." I take her hand and guide her to the passenger side of the door, opening it, allowing her to climb into the car. Walking to the drivers' side, I get in making sure she is buckled, before buckling myself. Once I see her buckled, I start the car, putting my hand on her thigh. When Emory Miller attracts Ansel Dubois' attention, things are destined to happen.

The Sinful Arrangement | 18+ by Inkfics_

～ꗥ❀ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫....𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." ❀ꗥ～ "Strip." The eyes that had always looked at me with soft admiration were now filled with venom. "Abhimaan, plea-" "Strip, Amrita!" He said coldly as his eyes darkened. A tear fell from my eye at my helplessness, at my cursed destiny. But do I have any other choice? With shivering hands, I removed the dress, standing only in my inners. "Everything, sweetheart." There was nothing sweet about the way he called me 'sweetheart.' It was taunting. Taking a deep breath, I reached back to unclasp my bra, exposing my breasts to his lustful eyes. Then I tucked my fingers into my panties and removed the last shred of my covering. He rose from his chair, took predatory steps toward me, and then circled around me, his hungry gaze burning on every inch of my body. He stopped in front of me after examining me and I could see a pleased expression on his face as he smirked at my pitiful state. He dragged his fingers from the valley between my breasts down to my core and brushed them against my folds, making me shiver. But then his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, as if a thought passed through his mind. He looked scary. He pulled me to him with his grip on my core, and my body collided with his. "Kya kya kar chuki ho apne fiance ke sath?" His voice was menacing as he looked at me with hateful gaze. My eyes got closed and tears began to fall, thinking about him. Raj. My fiance. My life is ruined now. One night and my life has turned 180 degrees. ❀～❀ Just a span of a moment and my life was at the verge of getting destroyed. If I didn't do anything at time then I would lose the people I love the most. And I can't let that happen. I would do anything to save them, even if I have to put my body on purchase to the most ruthless and cunning man I've ever known... Abhimaan Singh Sahay. My Saviour, My Owner, My...Lover. (Or is he?)

Taken by the Heartless (HEARTLESS, Book 1) (NOW EDITING) by Goodluck_charm

WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ High and descriptive sexual content, strong language, and substance use. Recommended for 18+ readers. Read at your discretion. "I rather get dragged in the mud with chains by moving horses or be beaten with a club with nails on it than lose my virginity to you," she spat, looking at him with hate in her eyes, hoping her eyes conveyed the degree of contempt she felt when she spat out the words. Anger and disbelief flashed in his eyes. She would be the first woman ever to reject him and in such a preposterous manner. He stood and went over to her while she gummed her back to the wall, with no room to step back. He gripped her chin with his strong palm, forcing her to look at him; his wicked grey eyes bore into her hazel ones. "What if it's your only ticket to freedom?" "As I said, I rather die." He quickly shoved her onto the bed, and she scooted away as he moved toward her. "I am Eros Castillo, leader of the El Dragon gang. You dare not reject me; nobody rejects me," he said in a low husky voice, his eyes five shades darker, his countenance grim and dangerous. NOTE: This is my first time trying out dark romance and this kind of story. As much as criticism is appreciated, hateful words are not encouraged, please. English is not my first language, so pardon my grammatical errors, but I promise to keep them to a minimum. Thank you.

Taunting the Stalker by redthorns06

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"

Bloodyship by sillimiii

A sacred union sealed by the mating of a true born hybrid and the calmest among nature....,. It's a bloody relationship.... " You wanna know how worked up I've been? " He urges, bitting his lip. Without giving me time to answer, he gets too close and I feel my breathing accelerate and his breath on my cheek , making me feel warm and fuzzy at all the right places. I try to open my mouth to say something but he has other plans. He leans in and runs his hands down my arms. " I have been uncomfortably hard these past few days and I can't even fuck my girlfriend without picturing your face " he whispers again,his eyes boring into mine blazing a dangerous shade of red. And for some insane reason , I begin to feel uncomfortably good, light headed and tinglish in my belly. And I don't know why but I like it. So I keep quiet and allow him to continue. " I don't only picture your beautiful face Sey. I imagine how you will feel around me and for some fucked up reason I know you're going to be so goddamn tight " he murmurs so close to my ear that I feel his lips on them, so soft and they begin trailing down my neck. I buckle with a weird sensation and he immediately grabs me by the waist , keeping our bodies flush against each other. " Do you feel that ? " He asks slowing kissing my jaw and I do I feel his hard front rubbing against my body and it feels like I'm going to explode. I make a weird sound at the back of my throat and he growls closing his eyes and his nostrils flaring " Just a taste " he growls staring at my lips and I'm spellbound and my brain feels foggy. But I think he sees it in my eyes , the answer to his not so there question, because immediately he lips brush over mine , just a feather like touch which has my eyes rolling back. I feel his breathing increase and his lips part ready to take mine in , until I'm brought out of the trance by a growling voice " What the fuck are you doing to my girlfriend? "

Mend My Heart | 18+ by elleandlahwrites

"Fuck-." I melted in his arms, unable to look into his hazed, tantalising hazel eyes. Being in his proximity was like being hunted, by an unforgiving and powerful beast. He pressed his rough, strong hand against my mouth, gently clasping my lips shut. "Quiet doll, you wouldn't want the poor receptionist hearing, right?" He breathed, moving his lips closer to my ear. I could feel his body heat radiating against mine, warm and mesmerising, a true contrast to the frigid, air conditioned room. . . . Desire. Something powerful, an irresistible hunger for something or someone, rational or irrational. A deep craving for any kind of connection or interaction with your desire. As a doctor, when your tempting patient fiddles with your wedding band, straightening your stiff collar while looking deep into your eyes, what is it that you then desire? by elle

Claimed by the Viking by __Jeannette__

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

His Symphony by 1345allure

When italian mafia falls in love with an indian singer The sound of his phone ringing makes me back away as I look at his phone lying on his bed. But he grips my jaw forcing me to look back at him. "Focus on me." He says as his lips starts peppering kisses along my jaw. "But your phone..." "Leave it." He says his voice having that timber making me more wet. He places a kiss at the junction of my neck and shoulder. I sigh and lean into him enjoying this way too much. His hand holding me up moves down and cups my ass while the other grazes my breast ever so lightly in a feather touch. I bite my lip to stop my moan threating to escape as he continues his ministrations, moving his fingers lightlty around my nipple making them hard as now they can be felt through the clothing. ........................................ He didn't knew her name nor did he saw her face. All he heard was her mesmerizing voice. The voice which had the power to soothe him, to make his thoughts still and his heart skip a beat. That's how beautiful her voice was and after hearing her all he wanted was to have her for him, to have her sing only for him. She lit a dark desire in him which made him yearn for her without even knowing anything about her.

Toxic Impulse ⁕ by TopazGems

*Completed* "Well?" he asked. She turned around swiftly, her hair swiping against his chin and mouth. "Well...I'm still contemplating..." She tapped her fingers along his chest then met his eyes. "If you deserve that information." She smiled. He grinned. Her eyes read hunger as they darted from his own, to his moist lips, and back again. She stepped closer to him, their lips only mere centimeters apart. His hot, minty breath sent tingles up her legs as she yearned to taste them. There was no need in waiting, she knew what she wanted and she would have it. --- Being the head woman in charge comes with many perks. Many of these which involve living a sensuous, adventurous, and lustrous life at the prime age of 25. For one woman, she damn near has everything. Everything that she alone sought out and achieved on her own. Her wondrous beauty and mystifying lifestyle have many craving to be in her presence. She is a master of allurement. the spellbinding power comes naturally to her. She takes pride in seeking and engaging in pleasure. Sometimes, though, such pleasures come with a risk. For if she isn't wary, she may crumble in her own dominion. --- ***Mature content (intimacy, language, some violence) Graphic descriptions ahead. If you're ready for a whirlwind of emotions, step inside!***

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Loveless Beauty (Completed)

If you are not loved, if you have got nobody to love you, then turn your loveless life into something beautiful. That something should be worth. ☆☆☆ He was standing infront of me all the time, when I had my eyes closed. I turned my back to him so that I could confess without any interruption. Also closed my eyes to avoid my nerves that could have held me back. But the bastard took the opportunity to witness all my misery. And when I finished I was too anxious to notice him there. I even thought it better that he left after. That he didn't hear any of those stupid things that I spew out of my mouth. Now that he heard everything. I felt a little shy, embarrassed and probably more shy. With him this close, touching me, whispering things. How am I still alive?! "Huh?!" I replied, making myself an idiot, again, infront of my, uh___ crush?! Yeah, I was tired of calling him my ex secret husband. He smirked as his eyes twinkled, amused. That brought me back as I blink a few times. Stupid, that I was. "When?! Why would I ignore you?!" I denied. Gashmir did not stop his torture. His hand went to my neck as he soothed my skin. ☆☆☆ To my Indian and non Indiana readers both. Don't think much just give it a shot.