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Bunk'D Nude

TËSSÃ ãñd DARÆY

I closed my eyes, shutting out his face, trying to steady myself. But I could feel it—his surprise. The way his lips stilled for a fleeting moment before moving with mine told me he didn't expect this. Not from me. "Well done Tessa. You've outdone yourself" I thought, a quiet victory blooming inside me. And then, as if understanding my message he responded. His lips softened, calling to mine, pulling me in closer. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate, more consuming, as though he'd decided to match the boldness I'd thrown his way. This was real. Too real. I gave myself a warning, a fleeting whisper in the chaos of my mind: this shit is about to get real, girl. But it was too late. The ferocious rush of adrenaline coursing through me had already taken over. Butterflies danced in my stomach, fluttering wildly like they'd been let loose from a cage. I thought butterflies only happened when too people were inlove. So why—why is my body dancing to his tune ? His touch was quick, smooth and practiced. He knew exactly how to hold me, how to make my body respond. I was caught between surprise and satisfaction, entirely swept away. Of course, he knew what he was doing. I didn't expect someone like him to be inexperienced. He carried himself like a man who'd walk this path before. If he wanted to, I had no doubt he could have taken me here and now. The thought sent thrill down my spine,but also a jolt of clarity. I wasn't ready. I couldn't loose my virginity to someone I barely knew —whose name I didn't even know. Still he made me feel so much at once. Too much. I was floating, soaring high above the world while somehow still feeling grounded. I was up in the clouds—cloud six at most, but my body wasn't my own anymore. I couldn't feel it. Couldn't control it. It was as though I traded my sanity for this fleeting, intoxicating moment. I could no longer breathe. Every time I tried to take a breathe, he'd pull me right back into the moment and I'd loose myself all over again. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he stopping? It was as if he wanted more—needed more. Like he was determined to dive deeper into the kiss. To explore every uncharted corner of it. Deeper? " Is there even a way to go deeper than this ? I thought to myself, my mind spinning. He'd gone through every kind of kiss I could imagine —soft, fiery, teasing, demanding. I didn't think there was anything left for him to try. But he didn't stop. I tried to push him away, my hands trembling against his chest. But before I could, he caught my wrist, his grip firm yet gentle, pulling me back into his hold. I couldn't escape. And truthfully? I didn't want to. I liked what I was feeling. No—i loved it. It was raw, Electric, addictive. My body craved it, craved him and I didn't want it to end. I wanted more. More until I couldn't feel anything else. Untill my body didn't know where it began and where it ended. Then like a splash of cold water, the sound of voices broke through my haze. " Hey, don't you think it's enough" I froze, reality crashing in. I had completely forgotten about them —our friends. I'd forgotten about everything: where I was, what I was doing, the fact that we were standing out here in broad daylight. The world around me felt like nothing more than a tool for this moment, as if the sunlight itself was feeding into the darkness we'd created together. It had been just us—only us. And now it was over.
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Die Dämonenbraut

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel* Elise wollte sich gerade in das Kleid umziehen, das in der Ecke ihres Bettes lag, als sie ein leises Klopfen an ihrer Tür hörte. Neugierig drehte sie den Türknauf und sah einen großen Mann vor sich aufragen. "Meister Ian!" rief sie. Ian lächelte mit dem üblichen schelmischen Grinsen, das er immer benutzte. Seine purpurroten Augen wanderten ein wenig durch ihr Zimmer und entdeckten das schwarze Kleid über ihrem Bett, dann richtete er seinen Blick auf die Frau, die vor ihm stand. Er trat einen Schritt vor und sprach. "Woher haben Sie dieses Kleid?" "Mr. Harland hat es mir geschenkt." antwortete Elise und reckte den Hals, um zu sehen, wie sich Ians Brauen in seiner Eleganz zusammenzogen. "Weißt du, warum ein Mann einer Frau gerne ein Kleid schenkt?" Er gab das Rätsel auf, bei dem sie immer zweimal überlegen musste, bevor sie antwortete. Doch dieses Mal fand sie keine Antwort und schüttelte stattdessen den Kopf. "Ich weiß es nicht." Sein Grinsen wurde betörend, als hätte sich tief in seinen scharlachroten Augen etwas geregt. Langsam ließ er seine Hand über den Kragen ihres Kleides gleiten, was ihr einen kalten Schauer über den Rücken jagte, der sie für einen Moment erschreckte, da es eiskalt war. Nachdem er die ersten beiden Knöpfe ihres Kragens geöffnet hatte, neigte er den Kopf nach unten und flüsterte ihr ins Ohr. "Weil sie derjenige sein wollen, der den Stoff auszieht." Er hielt inne und küsste ihren Hals, wobei sich die blasse Haut rötlich verfärbte, bevor er seine Bewegung zurückzog, sie mit seinen Augen fixierte und gemächlich antwortete. "Leider kannst du das Kleid da drüben damit nicht tragen." Er gluckste und reichte ihr eine Schachtel in die Hand. "Die gute Nachricht ist, dass ich ein Kleid für dich vorbereitet habe." Elise war ein verfluchtes kleines Mädchen, das Geister sehen konnte. Ihre Familie hasste sie und schmiss sie von einer Adoptivfamilie zur nächsten. Doch das Unglück kam nicht allein. Als sie von ihrer Tante aufgezogen wurde, wurde sie als Sklavin verkauft. Als sie dachte, sie würde nur ein Opfer für den Zauberer werden, wurde sie von einem Mann gerettet, dessen Identität ganz anders war als die eines normalen Fabelwesens. *** Dieses Buch ist ORIGINAL und keine Übersetzung Autorendiskord beitreten: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4
mata0eve · 76K Views

Thanh Kiếm Của Ánh Dương

Nơi miền Nam khô cằn và hoang vu, một vương quốc đằng sau bức tường băng vĩnh cửu luôn dậy sóng. Vương quốc của Rồng. Rồng, Những sinh vật uy nghiêm và huyền bí, nhưng lại bị nguyền rủa bởi thứ sức mạnh hủy diệt và tàn bạo. Ngọn lửa hung dữ của chúng nuốt chửng mọi sự sống trên đường đi. Một cuộc xung đột kéo dài hàng thập kỷ giữa miền Bắc và miền Nam, tựa một truyền thuyết xa xưa chưa từng được viết. Một truyền thuyết sinh ra vào thuở khai sơ của thời gian. Những con rồng, từng hung dữ, giờ đây lại trở nên khốn khổ tột cùng. Một lời nguyền giáng xuống trái tim khiến chúng mất đi khả năng cảm nhận được hơi ấm của sự sống, chịu đựng nỗi thống khổ của cái lạnh vĩnh cửu. Nỗi đau ấy đi theo da diết ngày đêm như ăn mòn chính bản chất của chúng, cả thể xác và tâm hồn. Irish, cũng không là ngoại lệ. Những cơn ác mộng ăn mòn tâm trí anh khi màn đêm buông xuống. Choáng ngợp bởi tuyệt vọng, Irish tìm kiếm một ánh dương, một sự giải thoát khỏi nỗi đau khổ của mình. Khoảnh khắc ánh mắt họ chạm nhau, thế giới xung quanh anh dường như nghiêng trên trục của nó. Một sinh vật mỏng manh, thanh thoát, bộ lông trắng tinh khôi mềm mại như lông tơ của mây, mang theo một mùi hương ngọt ngào, dịu dàng, mang đến sự an ủi cho tâm hồn mệt mỏi của anh. Hành trình của một tâm hồn mong manh giữa thế giới hỗn loạn, tìm kiếm ánh sáng rạng rỡ của hòa bình. [Truyện slow burn, mid-angst, bạo lực]
KeoCin · 7.6K Views
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