Chat Noir X Reader Novels & Stories

I can only seem to breathe heavily and moan like I was in some kind of heat. I was though. I was very hot at the moment. It was like someone had set me on fire. And that someone was the alpha of the Crimson Moon pack. Xavier soon grows impatient, the flicks of his tongue getting desperate as he sought for something. I hear the sound of papers being swiped aside, books thrown and I swore I heard something break. But Xavier doesn't pull away, neither of us do. My hands reach in his hair, tugging at his soft strands as I am too desperate for something he alone can give me.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

| HAILEY | Xavier’s eyes shifted, ocean blue fading into molten gold. The air around us thickened, alive with wild energy. His wolf had taken control. “Turn around now!” a low, rumbling growl tore from Xavier’s chest. I didn't hesitate. Rolling onto my back, I sank into the mattress, the sheets cool against my overheated skin. My breath hitched as I hooked my hands behind my knees, drawing my legs up and apart, exposing my pussy completely to Xavier’s predatory gaze.

I should behave. *** The hood was finally pulled off, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the sudden light. When I opened them again, my vision slowly cleared. The first thing I saw was a staircase. The second was a man. He stood at the top of the stairs as he belonged there, like everything beneath him was his by right. Dark hair fell carelessly over his forehead. His eyes were even darker from where I stood. Tattoos curled up the side of his neck and disappeared beneath the open collar of his black shirt.

But I wasn't as close to her as I was to Maya. I made my way toward my reading table and lowered myself onto the chair. I sighed, pressing a hand to my face before opening my laptop. Once I logged into one of the online novel-reading apps where I published my erotica books, notifications began to beep. They were comments from my readers. Over a hundred of them, which I had expected because I hadn't uploaded anything in the past three days since everything started. I began reading them one after the other. Christine_Atelier: When will you upload the next chapter, author? I'm dying to know if Aurora would actually beg for Damien's cock or if she would keep proving stubborn.

I begin feeding her , while still talking to her. “My queen…” I hear the voice that I had been dying to hear ever since I woke up from my unconscious state. My head snaps to the entrance to see a very dirty and sweaty Xavier. Though his face and hands were covered in dirt , and his clothes were soaked with perspiration , I could not help but feel attracted to him. I feel my eyes are latched on to him , it felt so hard to tear them away. I noticed every single detail about him – from the way his chest rose and fell from his rapid breathing , to the tiny droplets of sweat that dripped from the tip of his hair. He was simply a sight for sore eyes , though dirty.

He moans loudly right before he explodes into my mouth, pouring his cum down my throat. I pull away and swallow the whole thing, then I grip the steel arm of the chair to catch my breath. But he does not give me a minute to recover before throwing the diary at me. I catch it and look up at him, still on my knees with his hard cock bouncing on my face with cum still leaking out of it. "Read the next one." My eyes widen, but there is no pity on his face. If anything, he looks like the devil looming over me like that, ready to take me down the path of losing my soul. Perhaps I have awoken the devil himself.

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