Novel & Cerita Adaman X Reader

You couldn't control a hyper vampire like him. They finished their dinner together. Diana and Thamer went inside their own room and also their son, Adoneram. -------------- Adoneram Pov I was now lying in my bed but I still couldn't sleep. My mind was full of lusty images and I saw Yennifer's face smiling at me. I met many women in my life but she's different. There was something inside her that she's hiding and that what makes her so mysterious. Her mesmerising eyes and lovely smile that made her looks so hot and sexy.

My thighs pressed together instinctively as I felt the wetness gathering between them. "You're in heat..." Alpha Damon's voice sounded rough, almost like a growl. And I looked up only to see his gaze had dropped between my legs. His nostrils flared slightly. His fists clenched tight besides him and the darkening look in his eyes told me he wasn't unaffected by this either. "Please..." My voice came out weak as another wave crashed through me.The sensation only growing worse with each minutes. And Despite everything that had happened, despite everything between us, I found myself begging.

Something flickered across her face—regret, maybe—but it disappeared too quickly for me to trust it. Adrian exhaled harshly, running a hand through his hair. “This is getting ridiculous.” “No,” Damien said calmly. “This is what happens when private messes start spilling into public spaces.” Adrian stepped closer, his voice sharp. “You really enjoy talking like you’re above everyone.” Damien’s expression remained unreadable. “I enjoy honesty. You should try it sometime.” The tension between them sharpened instantly. I was already exhausted—emotionally drained, my chest heavy with betrayal, arguments, and pressure. I suddenly wanted everybody out. Including Damien. Which made no sense, because

“Yes. Remy, let me come. Please?” “Not yet.” he gave me a sexy smirk. “Stroke faster, love. Harder.” I groaned, feeling my abdomen tighten as my fingers were coated with my creamy wetness. “Ugh, Remy... I…” But before I could finish that sentence, I felt my pussy tighten around my fingers and I came. My moans echoed off the walls as my body shivered in delight. “You naughty girl. I told you not to come yet, didn’t I?” I looked at Remy, whose face was contorted with pleasure. He was close too. His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand.

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

A lycan who ruled with iron claws wrapped in tailored suits. And I had just come undone for him on camera, moaning like a whore while his words commanded every stroke of my fingers. The phone screen suddenly lit up again, casting a pale blue glow across the stone walls of my small cell. My heart slammed against my ribs. Another message from ShadowKing. From Jax. "You came so beautifully for me tonight, little sin. I could almost taste how sweet your surrender is." My stomach twisted. Heat rushed to my face and lower, pooling hot and insistent between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, but that only made the slick friction worse, drawing another quiet whimper from deep in my throat.

Someone kissed her spine. “I want her mouth,” Kade whispered. She didn’t resist. She opened her lips, and he slid into her mouth, groaning like he’d waited all night. She was full. Of cock. Of heat. Of want. They used her like she asked them to. And maybe she did. Maybe she was tired of being quiet. Of being the girl who always watched. Tonight, she was the show. And she loved it. By the time Levi came, Amara was nearly unconscious with pleasure. Kade pulled out just before he spilled across her lips, panting, whispering how fucking good she was.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

My heart misfires — one sharp, traitorous beat before I have even lifted my eyes, my body recognizing his voice the way it recognizes things I have spent weeks trying to untrain it from recognizing. The words catch at the back of my throat as my eyes land on black leather shoes. I go still. My heart thumps in my throat. I lift my head. My eyes fall on a familiar broad chest. Of course it’s Adrian. He’s standing in his doorway, one hand holding the glass door, the other in his coat pocket. He wasn’t supposed to be back until three.