Emma Frost X Male Reader Novels & Stories

“Do all girls read The Great Gatsby? And would you consider it weird for a guy if you knew he’s read the entire thing cover to cover ten times in one year?” I read my reply, “I’ve read it more than twenty times already, so that obsession is very welcome. Oh, the only thing hotter than a gentleman is a gentleman that reads.” His reply: “You’d be glad to know I draw too.” “Well, let’s just say the back of my thumb is pressed to my forehead from the hit that is.” I’d added laughing emojis and cute hearts, too. “My name is Genevieve; Genevieve Carlyle.” “Is it bad if a guy swoons too? I’m Felix; Felix Whitmore.”

My lips were parted, my breathing ragged, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm…showing him without saying a single word just how much I had been dripping for him all this time. Harlan’s stormy gray eyes stayed fixed on me, dark and intense. His jaw tightened, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob slowly as he swallowed hard. For a moment he didn’t move, just stood there taking in the sight of me; flushed, dripping, and still on Blake’s cock. Then, without a single word he dropped a file on Blake's table, then he turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him. I stayed there, heart racing, a satisfied little smile tugging at my lips as Blake's cum continued to leak down my thigh

intense. I glance down at Emilia, still fast asleep against my shoulder. Her lips are slightly parted, her lashes resting against her cheeks. This girl reads about men who make women forget their own names? I shake my head, turning another page. The next line doesn’t make things better. His voice was smooth, a quiet promise of danger as he murmured, ‘You’re mine.’ I blink. Jesus. I flip forward, scanning random paragraphs. The guy in this book — Ethan, or Evan, or something like that — spends half his time staring at the heroine like she’s the last person on earth. The other half, he’s brooding about how he’s no good for her.

It was blinding, pure ecstasy… “I love you…” I moaned in response. Aelfred was the man I was meant to be with. He is a King in every sense of the word. He is loyal, trustworthy, and fucking sexy. He is my mate, mine… and now I am his.

And I closed my eyes savoring the warm weight of his come without which I had felt empty, not caring that we had an audience. Instead of pulling back when he finished, Antonio trailed his fingers through my hair and pressed soft kisses on the sensitive skin beneath my ear. When I reopened my eyes, Ephraim wasn’t there and the door was closed. A slightest bit of guilt pricked my conscience as I remembered Antonio’s revelation that Ephraim had feelings for him. But before I could dwell on it, Antonio reversed our position, his côck still deeply seated inside me even though our mixed juices were smeared on the inside of my thighs but he didn’t seem to care. I looked down at him and gave it anot

I lean my head forward and sink my fangs into the junction of her neck and shoulder that is exposed to me. ----------- EMMA It had taken me all day and nearly the entire night to finally fall into a light sleep. I am then startled awake when I feel a hand on my cheek. A small shiver of fear goes through me until I take note of the tingles that spread from where he is touching me. I lift my head and I can’t believe my eyes when I look at the male that is standing in front of me. His face and chest are covered in blood, as well as what looks like ash from fire. I don’t realise that he has moved until I feel his lips on mine. I struggle against him, but my body betrays me as it melts against hi

Content Advisory: This chapter contains depictions of emotional manipulation, intense possessive behavior, and sexual intimacy involving elements of coercion and blurred consent that may be triggering to some. Reader discretion is strongly advised. I stand there, looking at Efrem’s reflection in the mirror as his touch lingers on my cheek. The air feels thick, making it hard to breathe, silence suspended in the air. I try to stay perfectly still, waiting for him to say something, but the pounding of my heart makes it hard to keep my chest from rising and falling erratically.