Emma Frost X Male Reader Novels & Stories

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.

“I can read this all day, can't wait for more.” “You made me cum nonstop while reading this… it's so filthy and I love it.” “I definitely need more of this.” My book had never received this kind of reaction. Readers were losing their minds. The chapter I wrote after my last intense session with Elias had gone viral in my community. For the first time, I felt like a real erotic author. I drove to Elias’s studio that evening with my heart racing and a bottle of expensive champagne in my hand. When he opened the door, I didn’t even let him speak. I kissed him hard, pushing him backward into the studio.

He pulled out my Kindle and I tensed. Please don’t look at that. He smirked and turned it on, swiping through my growing romance collection. He lifted a brow. “Wow, Josie,” he whispered, eyeing me. “What have you been dreaming about over here? I haven’t seen one cover without a naked guy on it.” He stopped on one, and I tried to grab it but he jerked away and stood to his feet with a smile. “This guy—this guy is a stripper. You into that, Jose?”

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 couldn’t tell him what I liked to read. As if he read my thoughts, Sam added. “Elara loves reading romance novels too.” I couldn’t look at him, I knew he was grinning. I tried to save face. “Who says I like romance books?” “Your red cheeks and your age. What young woman doesn’t like reading about dashing men who woo their women?” “It’s not real.” I pouted. “No, but Elara informs me that it’s fun to read anyway.” He joked. “Besides, it took her decades before she’d admit it to me. I know the reaction quite well to the question.”

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

His hands have already done some damage to my shirt, he fondles my br*ast, and it’s working. Zephyr approaches me and kisses my lips, he also helps me with my jeans. When my pants touched the ground Elm howled even when he is not in his wolf form. I cursed but the touch of Zephyr's skillful hand helps. Aaron helped by whispering through my ears, a soothing voice. Elm ripped my panties and hold into my body, he put me on a huge rock, but when I open my legs, he shakes his head. “Turn… Turn around!” Shouted Elm with a panted breath.

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.

I folded my arms across my chest, challenging him. James grinned. “I read your manuscripts.” My stomach dropped. “And,” he continued, laughing, “Your descriptions of love are so cheesy. Your male character yearns for the female. Christian Blackwood doesn’t fit that narrative at all.” He shrugged. “I mean… am I wrong?” I scoffed, shaking my head. “I can see you’re fully recovered,” I muttered, “Considering you have the energy to badmouth the man who paid for your surgery.” “I’m not badmouthing him,” James defended, holding up his hands. “I’m just stating facts. You’re not the type to date someone like Christian Blackwood. Does he even buy you flowers? Know your favorite songs and all that? Or