Draco X Hermione Lemon Novels & Stories

His voice was smooth and mocking as he said, “Oh Hector, my dear brother’s faithful dog. I dare to do anything I want because this hall is mine. This throne was mine before Damon stole it, before you and the rest of these wrinkled old vultures tried to erase me from history.” And then as if to prove his complete dominance over all that belonged to Damon, Draco leaned in and kissed Nyla passionately. It wasn’t a quick or polite gesture… it was deep and hungry, meant to burn into the eyes of every elder still watching. The sound of several elders groaning in disgust filled the room, while Hector’s face was now fully twisted with unmaintainable rage. When Draco finally pulled away from the hot

Knight "You should at least see me naked before deciding to leave." My lips curl up into a smirk at her boldness. Having that naughtiness within her innocence was a charm I couldn't deny that she possessed. To think that some motherfucker had gotten a taste of my princess was driving me insane. I could feel my face contort into a frown, I wasn't the vengeful type but I had this sudden urge to get my hands on whoever the motherfucker was. My hunch kept pining to Damian. My eyes twitch at the thought but then I'm quickly distracted by the flip of Cassie's hair as she pulls the rubber off her hair which she had packed in a ponytail.

Only after the door closed with a click and I heard his receding footsteps in the hallway did I look up. With a light slap on his arm, I threw Draco an accusing look, which made him shrug. “I want some alone time with my mate. That’s all.” He reached out to touch my face, and our eyes met. Draco’s eyes were filled with tender affection as he cradled my face like a precious jewel which he couldn’t get enough of. The sheer intensity of the situation kept me frozen, unable to glance away from those piercing gray orbs that promise sweet nothings.

Mom's eyes were red with anger as she condemned the Woods for their shamelessness. They just cackled maliciously, threatened me with an ultimatum, and left triumphantly. As Peter left, he even secretly rubbed my thighs and gave me a lewd look before slipping a note into my hands. … The dim lighting in the hotel room made the setting feel even more tense and seductive, with a faint fragrance hanging in the air. The two figures on the bed were sweating profusely as their bodies moved in tandem. The first man's harsh movements were accompanied by a string of lewd words, making anyone who heard them blush.

The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress. "Enough," Draco growled. The sound was deep, vibrating against my back as he effortlessly hoisted me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. The world tilted violently... the room, the brothers, the opulent lighting all spinning into a blur. "Draco!" Daemon laughed, though there was a frantic edge of surprise in his tone. "Don't be such a miserable bastard. She was just getting to the fun part." "I am finished with the pleasantries," Draco bit out, his voice a low, terrifying rasp that sent a jolt of genuine fear... and something far more complicated, straight to my core.

So he alerted his friend. “No..Drake…” But Drake wasn't in his senses as his eyes stuck to Lyceon’s bloody finger. Lyceon placed his finger to his mouth and pressed it to shed more blood to reach down his throat. Drake swallowed the blood in utter greed and breathed heavily in bliss. Lyceon smirked looking at Vin and said, “Lets see another colourful extinction, Vin.” And just then Drake’s face contorted into pain as he whimpered when his face darkened. The other guy and Vin watched him horrified.

He doesn't have the power to hang on anymore. Dracos wakes up when he feels the king coming. He smells the air and starts to become agitated. "Put him on that rock!" Loras orders Astrid and she hurries to lay his body on the carved stone. He opens his eyes for a moment and as he looks around and sees the dragon, he starts to panic. "Hold him still!" Loras ask again as he prepares Draco. But the fear gave Omar power and he struggles. "Sush. It will be ok! I promise." Astrid lies, and the child seems to listen for a moment. She steps back. "Ready..."

The man who entered the room of the married couple was---Sir Dracu! Pale, handsome, thick eyebrows, wearing black pants and black top dress. And Sir's lips looked like he’s wearing cherry lipstick, because of the excessive redness. "King! Queen! What was Delia’s sin, and seems like you’re abusing her? Was it true that you’re throwing my child on a cliff? Huh!" Sir Dracu shouted at his parents. His face was full of grief over what had happened.

Veronica's POV: Draco's eyes, once filled with warmth and tenderness, now burned with an unquenchable thirst. His lips curled into a twisted smirk, tainted with the taste of fresh blood. There was no recognition in his gaze, only a primal hunger that threatened to swallow everything in its wake. I felt a lump forming in my throat as I struggled to find my voice. "Draco, please... come back to me," I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.