Cyno X Reader Novels & Stories

Xoan murmured, his voice a calming balm even as his eyes could not help but linger on the hint of exposed skin at her neckline. Yaslyn was nearly delirious as the feverish heat consumed her. Her hand reached out, searching for something, anything, to cool the fire inside her. She found Xoan's arm, and her touch seared him. The rising tension, the unbearable proximity, and the drug's unnerving influence pushed Xoan to pull the car over, drawing the curtains close. In the sudden darkness, Yaslyn could barely discern Xoan's eyes, gleaming with an untamed, dangerous allure.

The rain at Siren's Point picks up and Aiden takes his fingers out of my core. My insides pulse from the excitement of orgasm. I've had sex before with Jaxson Miles. I was bored with him in bed and had to read sexy erotic novels to get myself going. Aiden's fingering and kissing me is more arousing than any sex I've had before. If he's this good with his hands, I wonder how good he'd be in bed with his body thrusting against mine.

That was her undoing as she leaned in, sealing their lips together first this time, and Draven wasted no time in taking advantage as he stepped upon the table, parting her legs as his throat dried with hunger. And before she could understand what he was doing, a hot trace of his fingers down her folds set her insides on fire. She watched with wide eyes as she took her juices and licked them off his hands. “Please, do something…and call me Xana," she pleaded as Tarrin unsheathed himself and plunged it into her entrance, causing her body to arch in response to the pleasure, one that broke her apart and built her up again. “Oh Xana, fuck…” he groaned. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

I watched, frozen, water dripping into my eyes. Rylan’s lips stretched around the head, tongue swirling, then he sank down slow until his nose brushed Jaxon’s pubic hair. Jaxon groaned, hand fisting in Rylan’s wet hair, hips rocking forward in shallow thrusts. The sight made my clit throb so hard I had to press my thighs together.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

They sat there in companionable silence, each sip of coffee punctuating the quiet, the room filled only with the low hum of the waves outside and the faint creak of the wooden floor beneath them. Finally, Xavier shifted closer, his knee brushing hers, and she looked up to find his eyes holding hers in a steady, intent gaze. “Cyn,” he began, his voice almost reverent, “can I…?” Cynthia’s breath hitched slightly, anticipation and nervous excitement mingling in her chest. “Can you what?” she whispered, though she already knew.

His hands grip the backs of my thighs and pull me closer to the edge of the table and the angle deepens and his tongue pushes inside me and curls forward and my hand flies up to my face to cover my mouth because the sound that almost came out of me would have carried through the glass and into the reading room below. A girl walks past the window. She glances in. She makes eye contact with me and I am looking directly at her while Knox’s tongue is sealed around my clit sucking in rhythmic pulses that are making my toes curl inside my sneakers, and I smile at her – this weak, trembling thing that probably looks deranged – and she smiles back and keeps walking, and Knox’s hand reaches up from b

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I could feel Caden's fingers on my inner thigh, his touch gentle, teasing. "Say it," he murmured, his gaze locked onto mine. "I need you," I said, my voice shaky. "All of you." Jaxon groaned, his teeth scraping over the curve of my shoulder.Ryder's grip tightened. Caden's finger pushed inside me, and then a second, curling, pumping. And then his thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.I was a whimpering, moaning mess. And it was perfect. Ryder's free hand found my waist, steadying me, his lips brushing over my neck.

* The graphic images my wolf projected made heat flood through my body, and I felt my control slipping as arousal mixed with horror and disgust coursed through me at the same time leaving me overstimulated and the urge to throw up at once. "Shut up," I growled, my voice echoing in the empty office. *You want to hear him beg, want to chase him until he surrenders to us completely, you want to give him the kind of pleasure that leaves him mindless and desperate for more. The kind that makes him never look at any other man again. Back then, Xenois saw your mate and then, for a brief moment, Lyn was flustered a man like him could fight for him even if it was a case of mistaken identity. That's t