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DARK SEDUCTION {EROTICA SHORT STORIES} Novel Cover

DARK SEDUCTION {EROTICA SHORT STORIES}

Behind every forbidden glance or every reckless touch, is a secret too dangerous to resist. From the lecture hall to the royal court, from quiet bedrooms to gilded stages. Dark Seduction lures you into the shadows where lust, power, and obsession collide. These stories unravel desires told to deny, teacher and student, bodyguard and singers, lawyers and client, kings and maids, lovers turned enemies. Each tale pulses with passion. Each encounter tests the line between temptation and ruin. Some sins are whispered. Others are screamed in the dark and All of them will leave you breathless. Indulge in eleven volumes of forbidden desire, where every page is soaked in heat, danger, and surrender.
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Chapter 7

ISAAC’S POV

I broke the kiss just long enough to pant against her neck, my voice low and hoarse, “You drive me fucking insane.”

And then I drove into her again, deeper, faster, unable to stop now that I’d tasted what it felt like to lose myself inside her.

Her body clamped down on me tighter with every thrust, her moans turning higher, more frantic, until they weren’t even words anymore just sounds, raw and helpless.

I braced my hand against the mattress and drove into her, faster now, deeper, her breasts bouncing against my chest as her head tipped back, her mouth falling open.

“Isaac—” she gasped, but the way her voice cracked told me she was too far gone to form a plea.

I fucked her harder, each stroke wringing another desperate cry from her, until she was clawing at me, trembling, her thighs shaking as I held them wide open.

Her moans broke into sharp little screams as her body arched beneath me, her pussy clenching down so tight around me I nearly lost myself right there.

“Yes! Good. Snow,” I groaned against her ear, feeling her unravel under me. “Come for me, come all over my cock.”

Her whole body shuddering violently, her back arching, her voice breaking into a wild, breathless moan that filled the room as she shattered around me.

I kept moving through it, grinding deep, holding her against me as her climax dragged on.

When she finally collapsed beneath me, still trembling, still gasping for breath, I kissed her hard, swallowing the last of her moans as I slowed my thrusts, savouring the feel of her pulsing around me.

I tightened my grip on her thighs, flipping her easily onto me. My hands locked around her waist as I buried myself back inside her in one hard thrust.

The sight stole my breath, her flushed face fell backwards, her pale hair damp and clinging to her skin, her breasts swinging beautifully with every slam of my hips. God, she looked ruined and perfect all at once.

Her cries broke louder as I drove deeper, until she was clawing at my chest.

“Yes! Please, just there. You’re gonna make me come,” she moaned, her voice so wrecked it sent fire straight through me.

I tangled my hand in her hair, yanking her head back, dragging her body flush against mine. My lips brushed her ear, my voice a growl. “You feel so divine, baby. Ride that cock.”

Her hips began moving, grinding back into me with desperate rhythm. The pressure nearly broke me.

“Like that, baby. Bounce on that cock,” I gasped against her mouth, catching her moans with mine. My tiny ragged sounds betrayed how close I was, how much she was undoing me.

Her body moved so beautifully over me, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure straight through my spine.

“Yes, oh baby, keep going,” I urged, my lips brushing hers as we breathed the same air, shared the same heat. “You’re doing so fucking great.”

I could feel myself trembling with restraint, every muscle in my body pulled tight, holding on because I wanted this moment, her, like this burned into me forever.

Our mouths crashed together, both of us moaning into each other, breathlessly. I felt every shaky inhale against my lips, every desperate exhale mixing with mine, and when our eyes locked.

She kissed me hard, and I lost it. My hand slid down, grabbing her ass in one rough squeeze before I smacked it, the sharp sound filling the room. She jolted with a whimper, and I used the moment to grip her tight, reposition her, and drive into her faster and harder until her cries broke apart.

“Ahh—oh God!” she screamed, her voice guttural, her body shuddering as her hands flew to her breasts, squeezing them as if she needed something or anything to ground her.

“Yes! Oh, fuck, Isaac!” she cried out, her voice splitting into raw pleas. “Don’t stop!”

Her head snapped down, her gaze finding mine, her lips trembling as she panted.

“You wanna make your pussy come? Please make your pussy come. It's yours,” she moaned, almost taunting, almost begging.

A growl tore out of me as my hands trailed up her back, roughly and I cupped her breast and yanked her against me. My mouth closed over her nipple, sucking hard, my teeth scraping lightly as my thrusts kept slamming into her.

She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair, holding me there as her hips rolled to match mine. Every sound spilling out of her was wrecked and delicious.

I chuckled against her tits, my breath hot against her skin. “Coming, baby?” I rasped, never slowing or never letting her escape.

Her eyes fluttered half-shut, her body trembling as she clung to me. A tiny moan slipped free before she dragged in a deep breath.

And then she shattered.

Her scream ripped through the air, her body shaking violently against mine. “Fuck!” she cried, her voice breaking as her pussy clenched me mercilessly, her climax tearing out of her so hard I felt it in my bones.

I held her tight, grinding deep, watching her unravel, her red-faced, shaking and moaning.

I kept her locked to me, riding out every last wave of her pleasure.

A sudden rush of wet heat drenched me, and I froze for half a second, stunned. My thrusts slowed, and I pulled her upright, one hand gripping her waist, the other catching her chin to force her gaze to mine.

“I can feel you rolling down my cock, snow,” I rasped.

Her eyes fluttered, rolling back as another tremor seized her body. Her orgasm hadn’t let her go yet those tiny shocks still rippled through her muscles, making her shiver against me like she was caught in an afterglow storm.

Watching her unravel like that, flushed, wet and shaking, was undoing me from the inside out.

“Ana,” I groaned, tightening my hold.

I couldn’t stop myself. I dragged her down onto her side with me, my chest pressed to her back, my hand gripping her waist. With a grunt, I hiked her leg up, spreading her wider, giving myself more room to plunge deeper.

She gasped, the angle forcing another broken moan out of her throat. I kissed the side of her neck, tasting sweat and her trembling skin, my hips rolling slowly but devastatingly, every stroke burying me to the hilt.

Her body shook against me, every thrust making her twitch like she was still feeling those little electric shocks.

I growled in her ear, unable to hold back.

I held her gaze when her head tilted back against me, her lips parting, her eyes heavy and dazed. I wanted to see her break again. I wanted to watch her lose herself, all while I was buried so deep inside her she’d never forget how it felt.

Her leg trembled in my grip, her body twitching with every deep thrust I drove into her. She was still riding the aftershocks, still shuddering like sparks were flickering across her skin, and the sight shredded every ounce of control I had left.

I groaned against her ear, my breath ragged. Her pussy clenched so hard around me, soaked and slippery, that I could feel myself teetering at the edge.

I slammed faster, dragging her flush against me, my chest pressed to her back as I buried myself deep. She whimpered, her head falling against my shoulder, her eyes half-rolled back.

“Look at me,” I demanded, grabbing her chin, forcing her dazed gaze to mine.

Her heavy eyes met mine, glassy with pleasure and her lips parted as she moaned softly. That was it that was all it took.

My whole body seized as I let go, a guttural sound tearing out of me as I thrust deep, grinding hard into her.

I poured into her hot, wave after wave, while I held her tight, my hips jerking, my breath rough and broken against her neck.

She cried out, her pussy clutching me so tightly I thought I’d lose my mind.

I growled low in her ear, shaking with the force of it.

I kept her close, her leg hooked over me, her back pressed against my chest, not ready to let her go, not yet.

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