Novel & Cerita Claggor X Reader

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

Liam murmured, the single word heavy with satisfaction. He straightened, bringing his face level with mine again. His eyes locked on me—dark, possessive, unblinking. “You see this body, Claire?” One hand slid up my thigh, lifting it higher, opening me wider. The blunt head of his cock nudged my drenched entrance. “It belongs to me. You might not fully know it yet. You might not want to admit it. But I own you.” He pushed in slowly—smooth, inexorable—stretching me open inch by thick inch. I parted my lips on a silent gasp as he filled me completely.

About the Author Clare Felix writes MM Romance and BL fiction about men who are complicated in specific and recognisable ways, and about the people who love them anyway. Clare Felix is interested in the redemption arc when it costs something real, in the billionaire trope when the money is not the point, in forced proximity when the forcing produces something neither character planned, and in second chances when the change required to deserve the second chance is genuine and visible and hard. The Billionaire's Regret Clause is Clare Felix's debut novel. The next one is already underway — a different kind of clause, a different kind of waiting, the same fundamental question: what does it take

Yet, even when I close my eyes, I cannot blink away the illusion that absorbs my thoughts. “You have no place to give me orders!” Clangor hits along with mother’s yell, just before the voice changes to Owen’s own. “Listen to me, dark Angel!” “Nooo!” Echoes of my scream fills the metal room as I try to get him out of my head even when I know how pointless it is—

Lucky enough for me, they agreed. See, the reason I hate hanging out with Clag is not only because he is a nerd. I am a nerd too. Maybe not nerdy nerd but a nerd. Clag doesn't know when something is a joke and he always likes to take everything serious. When he met Sarah, he was pretty much convinced in his nerdy brain that we were going to exchange some greetings with her then leave and join the non-profit organization in digging up the gutters.

She pressed the door knob and pushed the door open. Sarcastically, she said, "Helloo~ wake up, hey!" As Clairy could see, Renata was sitting by the window, reading a book. "Tsk! Renata," he called irritably. Renata didn't move. Clairy put the tray on the table roughly, making the juice spill. "Eat a lot because, in the future, you will often get more torture than this!" "Whatever," Renata said coldly. Clairy's hands were clenched into fists. Right now, he was eager to beat Renata up. Moreover, the woman's attitude

We were strangers then, but we connected well. I had never really told anyone this but I enjoyed the sex with Lena that day, that single act, more than I had enjoyed Claire's sex, sex with Clear was more like a hunger-driven kind of sex, two horny wolves lusting at each other body, Claire had a killer body and looking at me-no female would see me and say they won't want to have anything to do with me.

"I accept." The words barely left her mouth before magic exploded. Light burst from his palm, wrapping them in glowing threads like ropes. Lydia screamed as his power rushed in—fierce, animal wildness crashing into her calm. She felt his anger from the hunters and witches, his endless nights alone, and under it, a deep, burning lust. Her body bowed back, pussy clenching empty, juices dripping down her thighs. Ragnar groaned loud, his cock swelling hard, standing up straight. His nine inches of thick meat, curved up, its tip leaking clear fluid.

“It’s just starting to get interesting. Rodrigo realizes that he loves Valery, but she can’t be with him because she wants to rip his heart out and eat it.” “That’s not true,” she said shaking her head. “Oh, yeah? How do you know? What chapter are you on?” Cassidy scrunched up her face and crossed her arms. “Chapter seven,” she admitted. “Well, I am on chapter…” he flipped through the pages, “ten. So, you wouldn’t know.” “God, you’re ridiculous,” she said giggling. “Thank you,” he said looking down his nose at her. “Now, if you’ll excuse me….”