A feral growl ripped from Christians throat. His lips curled into a wicked snarl. His lips cruelly twisting as he forced her legs apart. Making sure his grip remained unyielding at her throat, he released her other hand and slid his own down her body. Roughly grabbing at her gently sloped breasts. The shirt. He … Continue reading Head Start (3…FINALLY)
Christian started off at a sprint. Much faster than the pace Jane had set. He had watched her ponytail swishing with each bounding step she took. Each one carrying her farther and farther away. He watched the spot where she had disappeared into the thicket. Watching as the forest seemed to swallow her tiny frame … Continue reading Head Start. (2)
It was a little awkward. They were both there because Christian had set it up. Just the thought of it was making Jane's cheeks burn ablaze. But Jane had been the one to ask for a 'date' of sorts before anything happened. As much as she wanted to do anything for her love, she had … Continue reading Just Coffee.
Jane both loved and hated the workouts. Both her and Christian had agreed to do them together, which was the part she loved. But today...today she would rather veg on the couch and pet their dogs. She was lazy today. Her body achy and tired. And she was hungry. And not for broccoli or chicken … Continue reading Cardio.
She loved showering with him. It was something she looked forward to every single day honestly. The shower is often where some of their most deep, most personal conversations took place. It's also where a lot of fun happened. The thing about showers is she never knew what she was going to get out of … Continue reading Shower Fun.
She had wanted to watch a scary movie. She always wanted to watch a scary movie. At this point in their relationship, Christian knew with absolute certainty the reason why. So Jane would be able to: 1. Snuggle up real close to him pretending to be a scared little girl. 2. So she could suck … Continue reading Scary Movies.
Christian had kept it a secret. He hadn't wanted Jane to know until the plan was put into action. He knew about her exhibitionist streak. He knew everything about her, and she was going to fucking love this. He had gone over the scenario a thousand times in his head. He had talked to their … Continue reading Surprise.
School was a drag. University was boring. The campus full of idiots thinking themselves as intellectuals. Most of the time Raven could sit by and let her mind silently roil in rage at their ignorance. But she was heated after that encounter with that lycan. That fucking lycan. A growl rumbled in her throat. Her … Continue reading A Witch and a Lycan: episode dos.
The marble board laid in front of me. Pieces lined up as they should. Pawns, rooks, knights, the queen and king. Each in their designated place. It's your turn. You sit on the wicker chair across from me, your ocean blues baring holes into mine. I can see the wheels of your beautiful mind turning. … Continue reading Checkmate.
“Taste yourself my sweet slut. Really taste it. Don’t just swallow. You’re not running a race. Just…taste. Swirl that pink, wet, skilled tongue around my fingertips. Swirl and savour. Let the flavour of your arousal settle onto your tastebuds. Absorb it darling. Close your eyes and lick your wetness off your lips. Fuck. Just like … Continue reading Taste Yourself.
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