Emma Frost X Male Reader Novels & Stories

He huffed at me. "I know you like it when I touch you because I can see your pores raising and you like it when I kiss those cherry lips because when I pull away you start breathing heavy. I like you, Emma. Please acknowledge it, because deep down I know you feel the same way too. With that he left, climbing back out the window leaving me emotional as hell. Why do I have to deal with two men? Why do I have to like both of them? I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes and I imagine Tristan touching me.

"That’s true. Freja and Ella has also made a promise. We can count on them.” As Amber pondered, Adam's hands began to explore her body. "Do you know that you amazed me earlier?" "Me? Why?" “You are very strong and brave. Even though you're trying to deal with yourself, you still have time to pay attention to me," Adam whispered while tickling his lover's ear. Knowing the man's hidden intention, Amber's heart began to pound. Biting her lip, she looked up, reuniting their gazes. "You know that your body is still bruised, right?"

His breathing grew ragged and I heard him mumble something that sounded very much like a curse. His thumb pressed down on my skin, stroking ardently sending jolts all the way to the crown of my head and sole of my feet. "Adam," I gasped arching further into his touch. Wishing those hands were on my breasts instead. Wishing he was touching me, stroking me. "Fuck," he hissed, weaving his hands with mine. "You'll be the death of me. You're so responsive. You're too fucking responsive, Eve."

he read the message aloud. Kim's eyes narrowed as he scrolled to the next image and then a text with an angry emoji. "He's kind of sick, dude, Eve... Break up with him." Continuous messages followed. "How long has this been happening?" His brows arched, his mind clicking. "Nate... I think this person is clearly possessive of her." "What? So, this is Aaron?" A smirk tugged on Kim's lips. "This dude's probably sick," Kim murmured.

I only said that I liked a particular author's books and voom, he exploded. “That looked more like the truth to me,” I frowned. “You weren't joking just now.” “Trust me, I was joking with you.” He spoke softly, his eyes brewing with emotions that told me he wasn't lying. Although, I knew emotions can be tricky, but somehow, I chose to believe him. “Fine, but you went too far,” I huffed. “Besides, Alex Aster is a female. And if you haven't noticed, I don't fall for females.”

] By the time Ethan finished reading, his heart was beating loudly, making the sound of a galloping horse. Amelia was the only woman who could make his heart race even when she was so far away. He had no idea how many times he had read through the text. His jaw ached from smiling too widely like a fool. He started typing a reply but kept deleting thinking it was too cheesy. [Hey angel… don’t mention it. I can give you the wor- ‘What? I can’t believe I was about to write that.’ Another text was deleted before he just decided to go simple like Lucas suggested.

Emily stared at me for a long moment, her jaw slightly open before a wide, dramatic grin broke across her face. "Oh, wow," she whispered, leaning back in her chair. "You have got it bad, Flora. You’re literally describing a romance novel hero." "He's real," I whispered back, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs as my phone buzzed against the wood again. "Well, whoever this mystery man is, he’s completely ruined my best friend," Emily laughed, shaking her head as she opened her textbook. "Just don't keep him in the dark forever. I need to approve of him."

Guess I should’ve broken things off with Reed ages ago, not that there was much to break off. Ford grabbed a stray piece of clothing, propping himself up on one of his arms, and my lips parted as I watched him clean my abdomen. I’d never had a guy clean up his mess before. “Did that just happen?” I whispered, staring at the gorgeous piece of man meat beside me. He wasn’t just man-meat, either; he was an author. He created fantasy worlds, and I had a few of his books on my shelf, now. Which meant he was smart, along with sexy.

The moon was high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the lush foliage; a peaceful place to the chaos in my heart. Alex's musky, earthy aroma blew toward me on the light breeze and my body responded before my mind could catch up; a warmth pooled in my stomach. Stepping out from the shadows, his voice low and intense, he murmured, "You can't ignore this. We’re bonded, Elysia." I stepped back, my palms sweaty. "I'm not ready for this," I whispered, my voice trembling. Alex took a step closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "You don't have a choice," he said, his voice a seductive growl.

******* Freya opened the door, and she meet Eamon stark naked, rolling her eyes she walked up to him. “The card weren't ready. Were they?” She said with a smile. Eamon pulled her closer to himself, and she puffed out, running her fingers on his chest. They both smiled. “C'mon. Show me the card first.” She insisted. “Seriously. I don't think it's important right now.” He smiled, as they kissed each other. He helped her pull off her gown, as they didn't lose contact together, feeling the pressure under his breath, a moan escaped her lips and they both giggled. They both fell on the bed that had a white blanket covering it and some set of soft pillows on top. They rolled over before she tied he