Carmilla Carmine X Reader Novels & Stories

His thumb runs down the crease of my ass cheeks and pushes inside my butthole—that’s when I crash down from my high. “Jaxon! Jaxon, I’m cumming—oh fuck, Jaxonnnnnn!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I come all over him, wetting us both with my squirt. “Holy mother of the moon!” He grunts loudly, wrapping around me tight like a python and he gives me a hard slam. I scream again, and just as thick spurts of cum flood my womb, something strange happens. Flashes of a man’s shadow appear in my vision, then a pair of chocolate-brown eyes, a Roman figure tattoo on a neck, and then that same scary wolf again, blood dripping from its fangs.

The soiled sheet was the only indication that she was a virgin. “Yes master, yes master!” Cara kept on chanting throughout the hot sex. I know that she was loud, and no matter our location, her screams must have reached to my pack, but I didn’t care, infant I had that satisfaction to let those mad, lust driven male wolf's know who finally got the girl, it was me, their Alpha. I could feel myself reaching my Climax, it's been over thirty minutes, and I would have loved going but just the site of Cara bent downward with her bubble ass up in the air, made me lose, it, with a mighty groan, I pushed deeper, than I had ever gone as I came like I have ever done before, at the same time, Cara let ou

Carla's response is like music to my ears, and as soon as I grab her waist, I plunge my length deep into her dripping pussy. “Aaaahhh!!” Her scream is such a turn-on. Oh, how hot and fucking sweet she tastes right now. As soon as I have the smallest taste of her pussy, I lose control of myself. I ride the little fox like a horse, and she has no choice but to squirm, moan, and scream beneath me. She keeps going in and out of consciousness as my deep thrusts and switch in styles drain her of everything in her. However, this dick of mine is insatiable. I want more and more of my pet. Soon enough, I have already gone for three rounds, and Carla starts begging for mercy.

The crimson door creaked shut behind them, muffling the ragged breathing of the man who now lay unconscious on the velvet rug. Terra walked ahead, her golden tattoos glowing faintly under the infernal red light. Her heels clicked like war drums as she led Emma deeper into the heart of the Grim Floors. Emma's senses were overwhelmed—moans echoed faintly from behind darkened doors, the air was thick with incense, sex, and suffering. The healer in her reeled, but the werewolf in her… watched, hungry and curious.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

“He did. I’m proud of how he stood his ground. A lesser male would have kept his mate in the shadows. Aunt Rosa deserved the sun.” I laughed. “Aunt Rosa wouldn't have accepted anything less.” “True.” “You Carrillo males certainly know how to set a high bar for loyalty.” “Fortunately, you’ll never have to look for someone to clear it.” I curled into Dominic’s heat, taking the phone from his hand. After setting it back down, I wrapped my arms around him and sighed into his chest. “You’re the world’s best pillow.” “Even with the 'hard muscle' problem?” he teased.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Without my shadow, his position at Silvercrest Holdings and his career on the ice would continue without a single stumble. “If your presence hadn't drawn her malice to my den, Chloe never would have targeted my house! Isabella Reed wouldn't have been left barren by that silver blade! My body wouldn't have been forced to yield the pup before the moon was full! What else have your marks brought to my life but blood and agony, Ethan Carter?!” The ancient resentment buried in the deepest chambers of his wolf exploded into the open air. His words stripped away every layer of my alpha pride, leaving me completely naked in my shame. “Collins...”

" CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori Book 2: CORAZON 'MINE Ombra' [MINE Shadow] story of Draven Sartori & Throne Sartori Book 3: CIELO 'MINE Custodi' [MINE Guardian] story of Cassius Sartori Book 4: PEONY 'MINE Sussurro' [MINE Whisper] story of Magnus Sartori Book 5: LUZ 'MINE Segreto' [MINE Secret] story of the youngest member named Seraphim Sartori.

" Mom, um meet Mr Adam. The man I told you about, my customer. Remember? keishia said to her mom, getting ready for her mother's scolding. " Is she your mom? Adam asked, trying to recall where he had seen her before. Carmilla stared deeply at Adam, wondering where she had seen him. It's been 21years, who could remember that. But none of them could remember. Am Adam, Adam Garcia, he stretched out his hand to shake Carmilla's.