Emma Frost X Male Reader Novels & Stories

His breath tickles my ear as he says, “Just let it happen. You. Us. Let it be.” I realize he must have been awake for most of my whispered conversation with Malix. He squeezes me against him while Frost’s sleep-tousled head pops up from behind Malix’s shoulder. Frost catches my gaze with his cool, icy blue eyes and we stay like that for several long seconds in a kind of unspoken conversation. I can sense pure affection and a sincere promise on the other end of our bond.

“Everything about this story feels faked, who would wish to spend their money on this, trash.” Another comment said “Come to me, sweet heart, I’ll give you something real to write about,” My heart broke into a billion pieces all over again and Ember’s words on the E board from a few days, echoed in my mind, “Haven, the most unsexy she wolf alive, that makes people least interested in sex.” Could she be right? Was I really that uninteresting? So many things flooded my mind, Ryder’s cruel humiliation, Aamon’s sudden claim of me being his mate… And how I had kissed goodbye to the only way of losing my virginity and improve on my writing skills, I was so screwed.

I laughed when Stefan and Gorjon swiftly turned around, the tips of their pointy ears red. "No milady we do not!" Stefan squeaked. I could feel Ares's freezing glare. I turned to him with a smirk on my face and shrugged. "What?" I asked innocently. "I do not enjoy you joking about two male elves watching my naked body." He grumbles with displeasure, red eyes darkening with anger. My smirk widen. "No?" I asked with fake confusion. "I thought you would like eyes on your magnificent body. " I licked my lips as an image of his naked body emerged in my mind.

In chapter fifteen, when the hero helps the heroine work through her fears about professional vulnerability, Emma recognized the patience and understanding Jake had shown during her panic attack. But it was the final chapter that stopped Emma's breath entirely. She had written a love scene so emotionally honest and physically authentic that it felt like she was reading her own diary. And as she read, Emma realized that every word was infused with her love for Jake not just the physical desire, but the deep emotional connection that had made their relationship extraordinary.

My husband always had a low sex drive, so we hadn’t slept together once in our three years of marriage. But tonight, after he rejected me yet again, rows of comments suddenly appeared before my eyes: [I’m dying. This supporting female character actually thinks the male lead has no interest in sex when he simply doesn’t want to touch her.] [Isn’t this great? He’s saving himself for the female lead. Once he meets her next month, he’ll lock her up and force her to love him!] [After kicking the supporting female character out, the male lead will bring the female lead home. She won’t be allowed to leave for seven whole days!] I stared at the man sleeping with his back to me and laughed despite my

Emma’s POV Sitting with Delmor made me realize how much I was starting to like him, I’m not sure about love yet but there was definitely sexual chemistry going on. He practically dragged me to his room. Well, I guess its hour room now. I don’t know what he thinks is going to happen once inside. I know he knows I’m turned on. But I don’t just jump into bed right away, but I can see where this might go in the meantime. I know I have a silly grin on my face before we enter his room. Once at his room he practically slams the door and then locks it. I end up pushed up against the door and accidently let out a moan. Oh, my goodness I have always wanted a beautiful man to man handle me and use his

She felt him withdrew his finger and pushed her to the bed. She finally opened her eyes and saw him butt naked bending down to get a beer in can in the fridge. "I-I'm sorry," she softly whispered. "It's just that I'm still afraid. Maybe I'm still in shock. I'm sorry. We can do it again. Promise I won't cry." He's probably not as worked out as he is because of her crying and feeling like he's disgusting when he is not even that. Daemon is a very attractive guy with a very commanding aura in him. He smelled danger and passion in his well-toned body and chiseled jaw.

--------------------------------------- Something bumped jarringly into her back, pressing her against Tom. "Hey" a baritone protest rumbled over her head. Half turning, she looked over her shoulder straight into Daniel's eyes. His second "Hey" was a sensual purr that lifted the fine hair on the back of Emma's neck. A gaze of sheer male appreciation slowly slid down, then up her body, a smile touching the shadowed planes and angles of his face. Emma flushed beneath his probe, her body tingling. She barely heard Tom's muttered apology and Daniel's gravely chuckle.

No, that can’t be the case. ‘Stop it, Amber.’ I scolded myself. I mean, how could I possibly want a man like him when he had made it so damn clear that all of this would end in barely two weeks from now? It won’t last forever. So, yeah. All he wants from me is sex, but as a form of punishment and... pleasure? More like sexual torture. If I could at least get my mind out of the clouds, I might be able to see that Emmett hasn’t really shown me one ounce of real affection.

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.