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)
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.
A haughty, arrogant, bitch. She knew she was. Knew it full well. It's what made her so damn fucking enticing to him. He was fatally attracted. He always found magic fascinating. And knowing she was a witch...well fuck. Did he need any other explanation? Her hair flowed. Cascading down her back in a stream of … Continue reading A Witch and a Lycan: episode uno.
Today Sir, I am in a mood. A sauntering, swaggering kind of mood. I want to seduce you. I want your eyes glued to every movement of my slinking body. I would don your favourite pair of lingerie. I would keep my hair the wild, untamed mess that it so often is. I would paint … Continue reading The Power Exchange.
My body is his canvas. His mound of clay. His blank slate. He can colour me, shape me, however he wants. His rough hands mould me into what he wants. Train me to listen. Train me to obey. His rough hands leave their mark. Their bruise. Their stripes. It’s a beautiful thing. To hand myself … Continue reading The Artist’s Muse.
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