Dental Date
- Reads 894
- Votes 74
- Parts 21
MatureOngoing2h 33m
Last published Thu, Nov 26, 2015
Slowly she let her hands touch the cold window as she watched the snow fall, her back was bare, he could see her deep spine line and he just wanted to run a finger down the line. when she turned around, he closed his eyes pretending to be asleep, waiting for her to try and sneak out, she didn't she walked back to the bed and caressed his chest moving her fingers to his face, tracing his jaw to his lips, then he couldn't take it anymore "Oh fuck it.....
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.
You may also like
The marriage that changed the life
The door clicked shut behind us, sealing away the world. My back pressed against it before I had even taken a breath. His hands, warm and sure, slid to my waist, pulling me in like he had been holding himself back all day and had finally broken. The scent of him - faint cologne mixed with something darker, headier - wrapped around me. My fingers found his lapel, curling tight, grounding myself against the storm in his eyes. "You have no idea," he murmured, voice low and ragged, "how hard it was... not to touch you like this." His forehead rested against mine for a heartbeat, his breath brushing my lips, and then - the restraint snapped. His arms caged me in, pulling me flush against him, every inch of him radiating heat. My pulse tripped over itself as his thumb traced my jaw, tilting my head just enough for his mouth to hover over mine. Every second stretched, thick with the weight of everything unspoken. And then he kissed me - deep, urgent, the kind that leaves you dizzy, the kind that says you're mine without a single word.Complete
Velvet Chains
He was power wrapped in temptation, danger disguised as desire. She told herself she could resist-keep her distance, keep her heart untouched. But every glance lingered too long, every word carried heat she couldn't ignore. What began as a spark twisted into something far more dangerous: obsession. He didn't ask. He didn't beg. He simply took-her silence, her defiance, her carefully built walls. The more she pulled away, the tighter his hold became. And soon, she had to face the truth: some men don't fall in love... they consume.Complete
Her Insecurity Cure
His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips for a split second, he swallowed a lump in his throat as he looked deep into her eyes "You're beautiful" he whispered "Garrel I'm-" "Shhh" he brushed her lips with his thumb "I won't let you speak so low of yourself" his deep voice came out hoarse Her eyes began to dampen Why was he looking at her like that, like she was the only woman to look at for him, like the only woman on earth Why was he doing that, why was he giving her hope of a fantasy that would never come trueComplete
𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗣𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘀
𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 1 "You... just left my room! I don't want to see your ugly face again, you..." He said ferociously, clenches his fists and his face turns red with rage. He takes a step toward her. without uttering a word, she quietly exits the room, her eyes downcast. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 2. She, already in bed, is surprised to see him approaching, preparing to sleep beside her. "Why are you sleeping here?" She asked shockingly "This is my house. I can sleep anywhere. I don't need your permission." he replied calmly He takes a blanket and settles in next to her. He hears footsteps, sees her getting up, and becomes curious. " Where are you going?" He asked hurriedly "In another room."she replies "Darn it, little dove, come and sleep beside me. You are not allowed to sleep without me from today." He said making her left shocked by his sudden request, and the room is filled with a sense of tension. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 3. "You must be enjoying this luxurious life, don't you? This house, the jewelry, these clothes, and everything else. You're nothing but a gold digger." He said vehemently. His words hang heavy in the air, and she visibly flinches, hurt by his accusations. 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 4. He raises his voice, his frustration evident, while she listens attentively. "Dammit, little dove, why do you always seem to want to make me angry? Why are you working at that inexpensive café?" He Said frustratelty She responds calmly but assertively. "Because I don't wanna depend on you" she replied He shouts again, the tension in the room palpable. "I earn for you. You're my wife, and you have every right to my money. There's no need for you to work outside. I work hard for you." He again shouted at her --------------------------- The pictures I used here is not mine credit goes to the respective ownersComplete
The Rajpoot's Obsession
A dark romance story. ......... The alley reeked of damp stone and shadows. Her breaths came in sharp, ragged gasps, her heart slamming against her ribs like a desperate drum. She ran, but every step was predicted, every move hunted. And then he was there. Before she could scream, his body slammed into hers, pressing her against the cold wall. The night wrapped around them, but she felt the heat radiating off him like fire. His eyes...dark, endless, merciless...pierced through her, stripping every layer of defiance bare. "Don't... ever... run from me again," he growled, low and vicious, a predator savoring the hunt. "You belong to me. you are mine. only fucking mine" "Who said?I am not yours. " she protested. he chuckled and whispered "Said the way you breathe when I am this close to you. said the way you stare at my lips and said the way you are not pushing me now when I am not even holding you tightly." "You are my obsession....and when a mafia is obsessed with something it's so dangerous my rose...."
50 Shades Of Fischbach (XXX)
"Mark wait!" I said. I came out the door in my underwear. "Sam, go back inside." He said in a low tone. "Punish me." I practically yelled. He stopped, "What?" Punish me, Mark. Isn't that what you want?" He bit his lip and his eyes brightened. He started slowly working his way back to me. "Punish you?" He repeated. "Yes, I deserve it don't I? It would make you feel better...right?" He was now in front of me. He looked me over as his hands started sliding up to my neck. They tightened and I struggled to breath for a second before he let me go. Then he kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "Yes, yes it would."Complete
THE WATCHER.
She thinks she's invisible-just a waitress working late shifts to pay her bills, slipping through life without being noticed. But she's wrong. Someone sees her. Him. Cold, powerful, and dangerously obsessed, he's watched her for months from the shadows. He knows her routines, her smile, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she's nervous. To the world, he's an untouchable billionaire, ruthless and controlled. But when it comes to her, control is slipping. When she accidentally stumbles into his world-an overheard phone call, a mistaken identity, a stormy night-he decides watching isn't enough anymore. He wants her. Needs her. And he'll do anything to keep her close... even if it means unraveling her world to remake it with him at the center.
Fascinated
"I thought you really liked me." She whispered with moist hazel eyes and despair. His heart spasmed at the view, seeing how hurt she is. For a moment or two his steal gray eyes filled with solicitude for her which he immediately brushed off as his ego and self-esteem overpowered his mind. He chuckled softly taking slow predatory steps towards her. "Oh darling! I never thought you to be this immature. I just manipulated you to think that way. Only thing I feel for you is lust and vengeance." With smirk on his face he approached her slowly yet in long strides. She stepped back with fear written all over her face till her back hit the wall.Complete
The door clicked shut behind us, sealing away the world. My back pressed against it before I had even taken a breath. His hands, warm and sure, slid to my waist, pulling me in like he had been holding himself back all day and had finally broken. The scent of him - faint cologne mixed with something darker, headier - wrapped around me. My fingers found his lapel, curling tight, grounding myself against the storm in his eyes. "You have no idea," he murmured, voice low and ragged, "how hard it was... not to touch you like this." His forehead rested against mine for a heartbeat, his breath brushing my lips, and then - the restraint snapped. His arms caged me in, pulling me flush against him, every inch of him radiating heat. My pulse tripped over itself as his thumb traced my jaw, tilting my head just enough for his mouth to hover over mine. Every second stretched, thick with the weight of everything unspoken. And then he kissed me - deep, urgent, the kind that leaves you dizzy, the kind that says you're mine without a single word.
More detailsContent Guidelines