Novel & Cerita Carmilla Carmine X Reader

This was the wolf, taking what he wanted, and I was more than willing to give it to him. I moaned softly against his lips, my body trembling as his hands roamed over me, rough and possessive. Every touch sent a jolt of heat through me, like sparks igniting a fire that had been smoldering between us for too long. The bond pulsed stronger, the connection between us deepening with every breath, every kiss. Lucian broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he pressed his forehead against mine. His hands were still gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my skin like he was fighting the urge to tear my clothes off and take me right here in the middle of the foggy street.

I backed away and went around the couch, putting more space between myself and the two men, if one could even call them that. "I heard what your dad said," I told Cain. Leaning down, I picked the book up off the couch and held it in one hand. "You're a Lycanthrope," I said. Saying it out loud made it all click inside my head The whole bit about Cain telling me they were their own undercover organization; that had to be what the book referenced when it said that Lycans all lived together in secret. And the sub-human strength the book talked about would explain why Cain was able to kill that man with one punch. But there was one thing that didn't add up....

The two wolves circled each other, snarling and growling, the air filled with the scent of blood and fear. And then with a single, swift motion, the newcomer struck, sinking his teeth into the black wolf’s neck. The black wolf howled in pain, then slumped to the ground dead. I stared in shock at the scene before me. Who was this newcomer, who had come to my aid? And what would become of me now? The newcomer turned to me, and I saw his eyes glowing in the moonlight. They were a deep rich blue eyes like the ocean on a clear night.

I am twice his size, more muscular than him and can easily take him. I can smell his fear, but he doesn’t let up or show fear. He shocks me, actually and shifts back into human form. I do have to shift back into my human form and communicate with Lucien. “Hand over the girl, and I’ll leave.” I laugh a full-blown belly laugh at him. “What makes you think I would give her back? She is ours now.” He looks at me with confusion all over his face; it hasn’t clicked. This makes me smirk, knowing his little brain can’t catch up. I wait for a minute or so, and the emotions that flash on his face are priceless. The second it all clicks into place, and he finally understands that Carina is ours, his fa

The ravenett returned her smile before cupping her breast and kissing her lips. Carmilla bit her ear lobe before licking her neck, sending pleasures through her body due to her sensitivity in that specific place. Ruby pushed her fingers inside her underwear and started playing with her already salivating core making Carmilla moan. They smiled as they touched each other's body, caressing their lustful flesh aching for each other's love and warmth. Carmilla placed her lips near her ear and whispered in a seductive voice. "Yes, perhaps we could. And maybe orgasm as well in between reading those erotic books." Ruby smiled wider due to her words and began kissing her cleavage. "That is a very int

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

I took a moment to look away from the erotical book I was reading. My imagination was spiralling fast again, I could already feel warm heat pooling between my legs. Yet, I wouldn’t stop reading these erotic novels because it was the only way I could pretend I was with Jeremy Carter, my high school obsession—the very emotionally distant god of Summer High, who had all the hot girls at his beck and call. My thoughts were spinning fast as usual, and I was just about dipping a finger in my virgin cunt while pretending it was Jeremy doing those things to me, when my best friend's voice sounded through the hallway.

Chapter 4 Lila's pov I opened the door on Saturday night wearing that backless dress with the high slit up my thigh. My lips were painted red. Xavier stood there in his suit, and the second his eyes landed on me, they went dark. “Jesus, Lila,” he said, his voice dropping low. “You are trying to kill me.” I bit my lip and looked him up and down. “You clean up pretty well yourself.” His eyes moved over me slow, stopping at my waist, my hips, the way the dress hugged everything.

I roared, burying myself to the hilt and flooding him again pulse after hot, thick pulse of cum that overflowed instantly, leaking out around my shaft in warm, sticky streams that ran down his crack and soaked the sheets beneath us. We stayed locked together, panting like animals, his body still convulsing around mine as the aftershocks rolled through him. I kissed him then messy, desperate, tongues sliding against each other, tasting salt and cum and pure obsession. His hands fisted in my hair, pulling me closer like he never wanted to let go. Again, he whispered against my lips, voice wrecked and hoarse. Please, Ethan... give me more... I didn't need telling twice.

I melted into him, moaning into his mouth while Camilla sobbed behind us, broken and helpless. He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “You hear that, Camilla? She wants to carry my bloodline. She wants me to fill her every fucking night until her belly swells. She thanks me when I come in her.” I was gasping now, sweating, trembling, soaked. My nipples were hard, scraping my shirt, and my panties felt like they were going to disintegrate from how wet they were. And just as Damon lowered one hand to unbutton my shorts—