Novel & Cerita Brahms Heelshire X Reader

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Now, though, all of her pleasure was centered there, the heat of Heath’s palms and the calluses on his fingers pleasuring her beyond anything she could’ve imagined. But it was when Heath bent down and took one nipple into her mouth that she forgot all about the counting. Gasping, her eyes flew open. He swirled the tip of his tongue around one peak, his lips and mouth relentless, and all Jubilee could do was hold on to his shoulders. I never knew, she thought, dazed. I never knew it could be like this. When he kissed the scar above her right breast, though, she wanted to crawl away in embarrassment. She didn’t know why; it wasn’t as if he didn’t know she’d had leukemia.

The room had a big white bookshelf which had books arranged neatly on it, and sofas to sit. Harry was seated comfortably on one of the sofas, holding a cup of coffee while reading through the papers on his other hand. He didn’t spare her a stare, despite knowing she just walked in. “Your meeting didn’t last long.” She spoke first, breaking the silence. He finally looked up. “No, it was just a quick meeting with the shareholders. By the way, the papers are ready.” He passed the papers to her and she took it, reading through it while still standing.

Briella’s eyes turned red. Old Master Elsher pointed at her, face pale. “Austin… he was your teacher?!” “That’s right. I’m the sole heir of the Blackwood family—and Austin’s student.” Briella stood tall, her aura proud and commanding. But Old Master Elsher just burst into laughter, like he’d heard the world’s funniest joke. “Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!” He finally stopped laughing, his face twisted with hatred.

"You did it with the fern. You did it with the stabilizer. You’re not the 'Nothing-Ball' boy anymore." He raised his right hand, keeping his left hand firmly shoved into his pocket, away from the handkerchief. He tried to visualize the meridians, the way the ancient book had shown him—flowing, weaving, never stalling. A flicker of light appeared. It was small, a pathetic, pale blue glow that hovered inches above his palm. "That's it?" Bima scoffed, his voice sharp with frustration. "I need more than a nightlight. I need to heal. I need to mend."

Then he bent down. My stomach dropped. His hand tangled into Rixa’s hair. She groaned weakly as he yanked her head up. Her body dragged slightly across the stone like a rag doll. “Come out now,” Damien called. Rixa whimpered, her fingers twitching weakly against the ground. I clenched my fists so tightly my nails bit into my palm. My legs twitched forward instinctively. But before I could move, a hand grabbed my arm. The healer. His grip was firm but not painful.

"Is it the same Heath from Neil's gym?" We all growl at the mention of his name, but Brax answers her. "Yes, he is. Why are you nervous?" I see that she begins to tremble, and I can feel sheer terror through the bond! This makes me very concerned. "Rae? Why does that scare you?" She scoots closer to her mate, on the verge of a full-blown panic attack! "He-Heath...wo-works for...h-him! I don't want to go back! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO BACK!"

Until they were both naked and he once again claimed the mount I had grown and the jewel. I moaned loudly my head was turning at the sensation I felt.. my hands were holding her hair because of the sucking it made in front of her. It did not stop as if it were bitten by what he had done. Third punishes him.. for what he did.. I almost fainted from the sensation she was feeling.

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before The vampire’s chuckle was devilish, Rhett decided as he turned back to the bed with a shiver of anticipation. He watched as Cameron and Heath traded the wine bottle between them and Aislen moaned and writhed beneath their mouths, reaching up to pull them to her to exchange kisses. Heath’s hands had freed her hair, and it tumbled again around her shoulders, her efforts to keep it out of the wine forgotten in their passion.

Cathleen's heels echoed loudly on the marble floor as she left Old Mr. Knight's room. Her heart pounded in her chest as she walked through the maze-like halls of the Knight estate towards Xavier's door. She hesitated before pushing open Xavier's door. Inside, shadows wrapped around him like a cloak as he carefully folded the sleeves of his black shirt. His movements were deliberate and controlled, contrasting with the intense gaze in his piercing gray eyes. "There you are," his voice sliced through the quiet, rough-edged, and cold as he approached Cathleen and Bella. His hands, those instruments of both pleasure and pain, reached out. "Let me have her."