Adaman X Reader Novels & Stories

I moved around the lagoon and found the herbs that I needed and prepared medicine out of them and applied to his wounds. I had never ever in my life seen a naked guy this closely, but I did see some adult magazines that Iris had brought with her one day. It was full of pictures of men, she dreamt of. I had been disgusted as to how can she think about so many men at a time but was drawn towards those pictures and had admired and looked at those pictures of naked men posing for the photographer.

I wrote "Eat" After that i felt content leaving her. I walked out and attended to my work from my home office. I needed a few documents from my room so I walked in and the sight that greeted me was nothing less than ethereal. I saw Adrianna in a white gown. The gown hugged her like a glove. The thin straps showcased her milky white skin. The damned gown brought out all her curves. Damn you Ferocity World. Her red hair was a dark red from the water in it. It looked like she just woke up and she looked like a goddess. Her milky face and skin clear. She looked pure and I wanted to be the one to taint her purity.

Now, I can’t survive thirty seconds of Christiana reading without having to mentally count backward from ten just to stop myself from picturing how she’d look bent over this desk. “I also added a note in red ink that will guide you when you are ready to go through it,” she continues, flipping to another tab. “Good,” I manage to say. My voice sounds lower than I meant. What do you expect from a horny man? She glanced at me again. “Are you alright, Mr. Adams?” “I’m fine,” I lie adjusting again, trying to cover my erection. “Just… a lot on my mind.” She nods, straightens, and for a moment, the movement shifts her blouse just enough to reveal her cleavages.

It still felt like baloney but… not so bad perhaps. The goddess simply wants us to find someone for us and once Silas is forcefully mated to Elena, his wolf would see her as specially made for him. My chest hurts again. I stuff my face again with a sandwich as a distraction from my surfacing mood. My ears pick up footsteps just as Elena turns her head towards the direction it's coming from. Before I can ask, Adam pops up from behind the tree. “Adam?” We say in unison “Hey Xena; hey Freya.” He greets cheerfully.

“Damn it, I like it. Happy now?” “Very.” His tone was smug, but the kiss he pressed behind my ear was almost soft. “Now stop fighting me and enjoy what’s yours.” Adrian kept stroking me with perfect rhythm while his mouth explored every inch of my back and shoulders he could reach. He whispered things against my skin between kisses. “You’re so responsive like this… All mine… Davel doesn’t get to see you like this… Only me…” Every word made the heat worse. I was rocking back into his hand now, chasing the pleasure even though my thighs were trembling hard. I couldn’t deny it anymore. It felt too good. The exhaustion made everything sharper, more overwhelming. Every touch felt electric.

My hands trembled and my lips trembled, and I was going on to explain more, when Adrian, his best friend, came forward. “Calm down, Damien, calm down,” Adrian said quickly, but his voice was very careful and insistent. “This is what Elara did to save your life. It is two years you have been getting blood donations. She has sacrificed everything, her health, her body, herself, to keep you alive. She is thankful, not this indignation. And if she can get pregnant once, she can again. Be lucky and grateful you are alive.”

“Am I that easy to read, or just thinking out loud?” “Maybe I’m a vampire who can read your mind.” His teeth grazed my neck, presenting the wicked alternative. A few more minutes of joking and aftermath, he finally got me up to get dressed as promised. Right on time, our food arrived. Through the meal, DJ went through the properties on my schedule for the day, eliminating half of them. “You can go another time, if I don’t convince you by tonight,” he offered, finishing his orange juice. “What makes you so convinced this could work?” I blurted out, defensive even though I didn’t mean to be. I still couldn’t wrap my brain around it. “All I know about BDSM is Fifty Shades of Grey, and I’m not i

“Shall we do that?” “You are very smooth, Adam Beller. You must have some Latin blood.” “I just know what I want. And I aim to get it.” “Alas, I have a very early meeting tomorrow. And I don’t have the luxury you have, of sleeping in. May I give you a rain check for that walk, for Friday night?” “Of course,” I said, though my dick was screaming no! He leaned forward and hugged me. “No kiss?” I asked. He looked at the couples strolling past us, the young woman walking a Great Dane. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I don’t kiss men in public.” He shrugged. “Until Friday, then,” he said, and then he pulled back and turned toward Alton Road.

My phone pinged with a message and I grinned wickedly when I saw it was from my stalker- the one I had placed to monitor Eve. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear," I chuckled, opening the message. It was a picture. "Ohh, isn't this lovely?" My dearest Adam sat in a restaurant with the bitch sitting directly opposite him. His hands cradled her face as he touched her lips. Adam was never a fan of PDA, yet it seemed he was doing exactly that. What the hell was she doing to my Adam? First, she enchanted him with her unseemly body. A woman did not need too many curves. A few in the right places made her look perfect and elegant. yet it seemed she had so many curves, everywhere and it felt rat

Author’s note: the story is climbing into heavy themes of trauma, obsession, manipulation, intense, complicated romance. . Brace yourself… it’s messy, addictive, but you won’t want to stop reading. ••~~MADDISON••~~ My back hit the door hard. And there he was. Corian. Towering over me, his shadow swallowing me whole, that same dark look in his eyes that made my stomach twist and my knees weak. “Mr. Van Halen.” My voice was barely above a breath.