Eloise Cressida Ao3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I ask breathlessly, looking down at the unconscious woman who obviously has great, great power. “It’s just a myth,” he says in a hoarse whisper as Elijah joins us. “It’s not,” Elijah says. “And if she’s truly from Eastonia, we are in serious danger right now.” Cressendra gasps, then slowly turns her head to look up at us. She reaches up a shaking hand, curling her fingers as she points at–at Ella. And then she dies. End of Book Four

Rylan’s breathing ragged against my neck, thrusts losing rhythm. “Gonna come,” he warns, voice strained. “Gonna fill you up while you fill her.” I’m right there with him—teetering, holding on by a thread. Cressida’s still shaking, still moaning, pushing back for more even though she’s oversensitive. We’re locked together—trembling, right on the brink. One more thrust. One more.

The pain was gone now and replaced with pleasure though she could still feel a dull ache whenever he pushed in. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted as she moaned and cried out his name each time Elias went in. He made love to her in a passionate way until they both climaxed and Madeline collapsed on the bed. Her chest heaving as she fell into a deep slumber. It has been a long night. *****

(I brought these from the nearby human town, Luna Cressida. "Merci, Bessie," Cressida said as she took the pouch and turned towards Ophelia. (Thank you, Bessie.) "Take this inside. Use them and bring them to me. I'll be waiting for you right here." Cressida stated with a loving smile as she handed the pouch to Ophelia. With slightly trembling hands, she accepted it and proceeded to the restroom.

“Haha, always so straight to the point. Isn't it obvious? You have something that belongs to me, and I want it back.” Osprey’s calculating eyes stopped and rested on Ida’s mark. His smile vanished, and his hand pushed my shoulder aggressively against the stone wall. “Did she do this to you? Astounding. Cressida surpasses everything I imagined she would be. I wouldn’t have expected less. She was born out of a powerful wielder and a Faith. It’s only natural that she’s exceptional at everything she does. But this… mating with a bastard dog like you and marking you? I don’t know what she was thinking!” He spat close to my face and yanked his hand away. “You disgust me.”

We were strangers. He held my gaze now, unwavering. “I meant that I don’t want any man to have you… except me.” My heart thudded loudly in my chest. I stood frozen, unsure if this was real or just a cruel joke. "Are you here to mock me?" I asked quietly. But Osborne shook his head, standing tall before me. That signature smirk curved on his lips as he looked down at me like I belonged to him. “I, Osborne Cliff, future Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, take thee, Aina Wilfred, to be my mate. Let the Moon Goddess bear witness.”

Sean was left a shell of himself, his spirit as broken as his mind, trapped in a hen's existence, only able to cluck in his gloom. The Gilberts aged decades in a single night, their hair turning to wisps of grey. They sought healers far and wide, but nothing could treat their son. Finally, they passed away, lost in their grief. Sean turned into a gloomy old hen. Meanwhile, Keith made good on his promise from before we tied the knot, whisking me away on a globe-trotting adventure. As we stood on a dreamy beach, he pulled me close and our lips met in a kiss.

I lowered myself closer to him, letting the warm moisture of my entrance graze the tip of his length. Oliver’s eyes rolled back into his skull as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. A groan quivered out, “Elsie, are you trying to kill me?” “Never, just trying to make you writhe a little bit.” I batted my long eyelashes at him before sinking down, engulfing his length at a slow and torturous pace.

About finding him after he’d been gone all day. About how happy I’d been when I first walked into his office. Then I told her about the scent. The unfamiliar feminine scent clinging to him. The argument and the accusation. The horrible things we’d said to each other. By the time I finished, my throat hurt. Elara stared at me. Then she sighed. “Oh.” “What?” “Cressida.” The sympathy in her voice immediately annoyed me. “What?” “I think I know that scent.” I blinked. “You do?” She nodded slowly. “It wasn’t another woman.”

saying that he was about to lift her skirt up again but stopped, hearing someone pushing the door of his study room. “Ezrene….Asael….Oh my goodness,” Cressa, who had just stepped inside his study room, cupped her eyes after witnessing that scenario in front of her which enlarged Ezrene’s eyes. She hurriedly stepped down from the table whereas Asael stood up on his feet too. “You guys are way too horny than my imagination,” Cressa spat at them, still cupping her eyes. Ezrene turned embarrassed whereas Asael glared at Cressa. “Someday, I would definitely kill this love of Corbin’s life,” he snarled, making Cressa frown. She removed her palms from her eyes.