Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Lemon

A low growl tore out of Duncan's throat as his tongue dove further, greedily. His teeth gently grazed her soft flesh, causing her to scream; her body shook as pleasure rippled through her. Her back arched perfectly for his tongue to penetrate deeper. “Oh Gawd!… Your Grace!” she cried out, more fluidly, and Duncan drank it all in. He thrust his tongue in and out, his Lycan, Ash still raging inside him, too greedily.

Then my hands flattened against his chest and I played even his hands. Slowly I moved away to give we both time to catch our breath, then I flashed him a smile before kissing him back. It seemed like Leo was surprised by my sudden hunger because he digged his fingers into my anus but said nothing. That increased the throb between my legs because his silence heightened to my desire. Causing me to want him more and more.

He yanked her top off, mouth latching onto her nipple, sucking hard as she arched and moaned beneath him. But Raphael fucking Thorne kept flashing in his mind. What if I hadn’t pushed him away last night? Would his mouth feel different? Would he be rougher? Liam squeezed his eyes shut and pushed the thoughts away, focusing on Chloe’s gasps, her hands tugging at his shirt, her full tits in his mouth. The front door suddenly opened and Thorne walked in oblivious.

My body was betraying me again, a heavy, confusing spike of arousal pooling low in my belly just from the way he was looking at me. He wasn't looking at me like a sister. He was looking at me like a man who had just realized his favorite toy had been played with by someone else. "Answer him, Roxy," Damian taunted from beside me, his breath hot against my neck. Leo’s thumb brushed over my bottom lip, his touch surprisingly gentle, but his eyes were pitch black with obsession. "Tell me he didn't take what belongs to this family," he whispered, leaning in so close I could smell the expensive cedar and mint of his cologne. "Because if he did... I’m going to have to take it back."

I spat out the blood, not caring that it hit his shirt and laughed loud. “You fucking bitch!” he snarled. “How much of it has been a game?” “All of it,” I admitted. “Did you really think I loved you when we first met? You have to be fucking delusional, Alexander. You showed me your cards from day one. You were all over me because of the pendant. I only played my cards right.” He lifted my by the throat and slammed me harshly into the wall. My back took the brunt of the pain but it was my lungs that burned. A ragged breath forced its way out of my throat as every part of my body lit on fire.

Even unconscious and bleeding out, he radiated a raw, untamed power that made the very air in the room feel heavy and charged with static electricity. Scarlett’s breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't just any man. This was him. The memories of a life that wasn't hers slammed into her mind like a high-speed train, bringing with them a wave of physical nausea. She wasn't Scarlett the occultist anymore. She was now Scarlett Thorne, the pampered, arrogant villainess of the dark romance novel Crimson Moon. And the man currently dying in her bathtub? That was Caleb Blackwood, the legendary Lycan King of the North.

Jamie felt his body tremble, instinctively reacting to the dominant presence surrounding him. Lucien leaned in, his lips grazing Jamie’s scent gland as he poured his Obsidian Thorn pheromones into him, a dark and commanding claim that sent shivers down Jamie’s spine. Lucien’s grip tightened, and Jamie felt the rush of Obsidian thorn flooding his senses. spicy, smoky, and laced with a deadly allure that left no room for resistance. “Wait.. wait," Jamie called out, his eyes held tears, he couldn't hold back and he cried out, Lucien gaze wavered and he smiled unknowingly.

"C‍over her. Ma⁠rk her fac‌e." Leon l‍et out a deep, p⁠rimal gr‍oan. The remaining‍ ropes of cum hit my face. They l⁠anded on my cheeks, my‍ chi⁠n, the bridg⁠e of my nose. It wa‌s warm and heavy. I sat t⁠here, coated in him. M‍y heart hammered against my ribs. Gre‌ta lean⁠ed‌ in. Her eyes gleamed with a sick kind of satisfa‌ction. "‌No⁠w, S‌loane.‍ Lick it off. E⁠very drop. Show Leon what a good girl you are."

her backside facing him and he knelt behind her. He unbuckled his belt and his trouser was down,his large hard member was in view.without saying anything,he slipped his member into her wet surface and Amora moaned. He began to thrust into her, spanking her butts. Their moans filled the room.he slid out his member before releasing.Amora was very satisfied. "Who does it better,Leon or I?"he asked with a smirk on his face. "Shut up"Amora said before taking his member into her mouth.he groaned,his eyes rolling back.

His thumb pressed hard into her nub, grinding it without mercy. Amber broke her own promise, she screamed his name as delicious waves of heat burned her body from the inside out. Her body spasms on the bed still earned her no mercy from his mouth. Grayson sucked on her opening, swallowing every last drop of her honey, feeling every last twitch and clenched of her pussy before he released her. Amber panted and turned to see Leo looking at her. But it wasn’t anger or hurt she saw on his handsome face, the wrinkles of his pillow still etched on his smooth cheek. He was bright eyed and offered her a smile.