Lustful Paradise Novels & Stories

She's like a trigger I can't pull back while I am the gunpowder that would eventually explode after a huge decision. I looked at her from across the living room to the kitchen and she just continued to lean over the counter. There I knew, I couldn't help it any longer. I rushed back towards Fylissa and carried her ass on the counter as I started to kiss her. Of course, she kissed back because perhaps she's been waiting for this moment since the day we met. I kissed her passionately and slid down at the side of her neck which made her moan. I carried her inside my room to continue our business there. I took off the rest of her clothes which made it easier for me because she barely has any. I

He did not want to ruin the atmosphere or his mood because Lydia was already doing a great job. Her dreamy eyes filled with passion made Kayden thrilled as he pushed the head of his dick inside with force. Lydia opened her mouth by the forceful impact as she swallowed his cock. The vampiress could feel the tip in her throat now which made her gag a bit as Kayden retracted to let her breathe.

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

She was completely unaware that her desperate beseeching was only making his dark desire burn hotter. Alexander needed more of her. Ignoring her tearful pleas, his hands tore at her blouse, ripping the fabric to reveal her cream-colored undergarments. Alexander saw absolutely nothing beyond blind lust and her smooth skin. He ravished her like a starving lion, biting and sucking on the soft skin exposed by the plunge of her bra. His hot mouth trailed down from her chest to her stomach, placing wet, bruising kisses near her belly button, before moving down to her hips. Alexander felt her shudder in sheer surprise when his lips connected with the soft spot on her hip.

Now that fate has smiled on her and she was back to Los Angeles and she had discovered that his wife was dead, she wouldn't lose her second chance. She didn't care how long it took or even how she made him hers, all she just knew was the fact that he would belong to her sooner or later. This time, if there was any woman who tried to snatch the man from her, she would destroy her and make sure she never lived to tell the tale. "Rio is mine. Mine alone." She mumbled to herself and walked out of the place.

“The storm is not a melody for a creature of lust to play with.” “But it is,” she insisted, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She reached out, not touching him, but letting her hand hover near the bare skin of his chest. The air between her fingertips and his skin spat and crackled with tiny, eager sparks. “Is lust not a force of nature? Is the peak of passion not its own kind of cataclysm? I believe our natures are not so different. Let me learn. Let me feel.”

And in the pulsing dark of the club, with bodies pressed close and breaths mingling, they moved as one, tangled in real intimacy, their dark desires no longer cages but wings. Every touch was electric. Every glance, a promise. Every whisper, a confession. They were no longer two lost souls hiding behind masks. They were unmasked. Untamed. And utterly, fiercely in love. * * * * The city lights outside Adrian’s apartment glittered like distant stars, but inside, the only light came from the soft glow of candle lights and the warmth between two souls who had found their way through darkness. Nina rested her head against Adrian’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart to her ear. It was a r

Happy. I was so fucking happy. My heart exploded. I would never be able to return from this. I knew somewhere that the pure lust I felt for her wouldn't subdue once I had her, but I still wondered. But no. It got so, so much more intense. Nobody touched me the way she did. Nobody would ever, ever come close. This was paradise. The way she had me under her spell was unthinkable. And tonight, she poured gasoline on the already roaring fire. She gave me another full boast of lust, more than any demon had ever given me.

Paradise. “Greece,” Lycian said. “Private island. Completely secure. No one knows we’re here except my father and Cade.” The island was small. White sand beaches. Crystal water. Dense vegetation hiding a single villa. Inside was luxury. Ocean-facing windows. Massive bed. Kitchen stocked with food. “This is perfect,” I said. “Been planning it for months,” he said. “Now we’re here. Married. Safe.” That first night, we made love slowly. Like we had all the time in the world.

Both of us race, who’s going to suck more, harder and longer. None of us break apart, we don’t want to even if we suffocate and die, his sweet kiss from earlier vanishes and now there’s a new phoenix, a rather hungrier one. I taste, strawberry on his lips, I know he applied a lip balm, he’s too cute. It makes my heart feel something, something lovely, something happy, something ‘Phoenixy’. “Grace… Grace…” he huffs loudly finally breaking apart. His heavy voice, his breath brushing away my blush.