Erasermic X Reader Novels & Stories

My release hit like a tornado, ripping through me “Ahh… ahhh ahhhh… oh God… ahhh…” I screamed, hips bucking against his face. He kept sucking, tongue working me through every wave, drawing it out until I was trembling and gasping

“Emery.” Sera peeked out. “You know her?” Lucien’s tone was flat. “She used to run extraction for my company. Went off-grid two years ago.” Emery gave a small smile. “Correction. I was erased by your company.” Lucien lowered his weapon an inch. “What are you doing here?” She tossed a small USB to the floor. “Delivering a message. From Elise.” Sera lunged for it. Lucien caught her hand. “It could be a trap.”

Then I read Embers. Ember: If writing a bunch of words can melt a cold bitchecs heart, then that's a sign from above hinting at how special you are. You are my muse and I'm grateful for you. Always know that I'm here to support you all the way. I bet all those stupid people saying shit were just bitter because they lack the intimacy you write so passionately. I laugh at that because it's kind of funny, I reply to her and then I open the one from Eros.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

He smiled when she relaxed in his arms, falling asleep faster than he thought possible. --- * * * --- Hey lovely. Thank you for reading HCW. If you're not already in the F******k group, then join us there at Maramartha's Books Babes. For more of my books, kindly check me out on lnkitt/Ream: Maramartha. You could also find the complete book on lnkitt/Ream or pre0rder it on Amaz0n. If you prefer to keep reading here, that's fine. I'll continue to update consistently.

He has been nice to me since I arrived, but it doesn’t mean we are friends. “What's the name?” Eric says, pulling me away from my thoughts. “What?” I ask, blinking my eyes as I return back to Earth. “The name of the book she sent you to the dungeons for.” “Oh, uhm… A Second Chance by Amal A. Usman.” “Okay.” After that, he doesn’t say anything and maintains silence the whole ride back to the castle. I wonder why he asked, but don’t voice it out. As I said, him being nice to me doesn’t mean we are friends.

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“Sure.” Instead of handing me the can, he sprayed a generous swirl onto his finger and held it out. Our eyes locked. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his finger, sucking the sweet cream off slowly, swirling my tongue like I was sucking something much thicker. A soft, needy hum escaped me. Alex’s jaw tightened. “Fuck, Em. You always lick it like that?” “Like what?” I asked innocently, licking my lips. “Like you’re dying for a taste of something warmer. Something thicker.” His voice dropped even lower. “Something that’d stretch that pretty mouth wide open.”

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