Angel Dust X Female Reader Novels & Stories

Angelique’s also naked, except for a pair of red, four inch stilettos. Her thighs are spread wide, her feet on the floor. She’s on her back with her arms over her head, open and ready for me. Her musky feminine scent mixes with the honey-smell of burning candles. My mouth waters, my nostrils flare. Chest rising sharply – I breathe her in, longing to let myself go and ravage her. Not yet, I remind myself. I want to play with her first. Angelique’s short, dark brown hair fans across my pillow in contrast to my white sheets. Her light blue eyes are dark with love, trust and lust. I adore the luscious, womanly curves of her breasts, hips and ass.

DAMON "Okay, I should get going,"I said, and stood up from the couch. I stared at her already red and swollen pussy. She stared at me with a wink. I shook my head with a sigh. She bite her lips, staring at me with a seductive smile. I looked away, averting her gorgeous gaze which was really tempting. I shook my head with a sigh as I felt a whoosh sound behind me. Before I could turn to look at her, she winked at me rubbing her hand on my broad chest. I stared at her, trying to find myself. She is really good and perfect in seducing. She wants me to bang her pussy the second time, but I won't do anything to her no matter what. Sasha my Beta could never make me feel this way. She isn't as good

I Alex POV My angel looked like sin itself — wrecked, gaping, her pussy lips red and swollen, clit engorged and twitching, leaking my cum down her thighs in glossy streams. The sight of her used hole spasming, creamy with our release, nearly broke me. I wanted to shove back in, plug her full until nothing could leak out. But then I noticed — she’d drifted to sleep, yet her fingers still wandered between her legs. Even asleep, she scooped up the mess and pushed it back inside, moaning my name. “Fuck,” I muttered, cock stiffening all over again at the sight. My angel was insatiable, my perfect little slut. What good deed had I done to deserve this Luna — my love, my mate, my fucktoy, all in on

“I suppose it wanted a better hand.” Her heart fluttered when she saw him look at her suggestively “Hand… do you mean mine?” she asked, unsurely. “Yes, yours,” he said with certainty. “You’re dragon-kind, Elaina. Not just by blood, but by spirit and I think you are the perfect person to connect with it better.” Drake watched the interaction and he mentally nodded in approval. He too thought there was something special connecting Elaina with the ancient book. That would explain the glowing body and the strange things that happened when they read from it.

but on people like us, it will cause a type of vague hypnosis is the easiest way to explain it huh well noted she said nodding her head interesting, to say the least I'm Aerilyn Seraphim of Redemption the only other female in the group came over to introduce herself she had blond hair that fell down her back and an elegant slim figure dressed in a white and blue battle suit with a flowing white cloak about her shoulders and a lovely face with bright sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks she seemed very sweet and kind Kyra felt strangely comforted in her presence as if she was meeting an old friend hi it's nice to meet you Aerilyn is a very pretty name it suits you too you're so beautiful Kyra gushe

At this point she looks like a child being denied her favorite candy, it's just too cute to ignore and I burst out laughing the next second but one single glare from my mate is enough to put me in place as I try to stifle my laughter. "This is not funny Miles, I mean look at it, I see the attraction towards her in Dane's eyes, believe me it's even more intense than his love towards Melissa, I believe the rogue is his second chance mate" Angel says all giddy but her shoulders slump in dejection when I do not match her energy.

If you look at it, you would think that this is a very innocent girl who has no idea about such things, but based on what comes out of her lips, it is not as innocent as she thought. ❝Also one night stand,❞ she added, which surprised him even more. ❝I through-❞ he couldn't continue what he was going to say when Angel put her index finger to his lips?Daem was disgusted with himself because, just because of what Angel did, he suddenly felt a strange warmth in his body. ❝That I'm innocent? Yes, I'm innocent, but I'm not that innocent,❞ she admit. ❝Maybe you don't know, but I like to read erotic romance; you know, that's very exciting.❞ she said that he wasn't too surprised because it's normal f

“You cannot have clothes yet. Not until el jefe is sure you will not try and escape. It is the first rule for all women he brings for his enjoyment. Now you must prepare yourself for tonight so you will not be too frightened. He will be very angry if you faint and cannot show him how pleasured you are with his touch and the pain he will gift you with. You read first, then Ysalane will answer any questions or show you how to position yourself for el jefe’s enjoyment.” The woman shoved a book in Angela's lap. Angela looked down at a sickening photograph of a naked woman, spread- eagled with her arms and legs tied upon a stone altar in a dungeon. There were chains on the walls and awful-looking

Do some cool shit, and we’ll head back to Luxe this weekend,’ she purred seductively. ‘You’re so fucking on. I’ll be cashing in on that offer. My own personal goddess dancing just for me in its own siren song. You do some cool shit too, and I’ll do things to your body that you didn’t know were possible.’ Her heartbeat sped up when her head tilted and met my eyes. Hers were slightly darkened by my words. Desire pulsed from her as she promised to do some cool shit as well. ‘Prepare yourselves,’ Angel’s voice came through the mindlink. ‘Be safe, use your best judgment, and protect each other.’

I told him and he growled at me. “Who are you siding with, Grant? Elijah or me?” he asked, and I ignored his nonsense, looking at Angeline’s face. Her lips were purple and quivering; she looked so fragile and small this way, even though she was a tall she-Wolf. “Maybe you should warm her lips with yours!” Stormy chanted in my mind, and I pushed him out of the surface of my consciousness. I would never kiss her without her consent, without her smile and desire, but for now, I had to keep her warm in her sleep.