Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Lemon Novels & Stories

Rachel's POV In the dimly lit chamber, my body still hummed with the afterglow of our union, my skin flushed and damp where Damon's touch had branded me. I lay nestled against him on the chaise, my head rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breathing, the scent of our shared arousal lingering in the air like a heady musk. His fingers traced lazy patterns along my spine, each stroke feeling like a silent apology that soothed the raw edges of old wounds, and I felt the weight of his gaze upon me, intense and unguarded in a way that made my heart ache.

~~~~mature content ~~~~~ Liam felt his mind fill with disinterest as he rammed into the blonde beneath him. “Tell me how I make you feel!” He ordered pulling on the blonde's hair. He couldn't recall if her name was Lora or Leah? What ran through his mind was getting rid of the pent-up anger that he felt rolling in his veins like lava. “ You make me feel like a queen …daddy," the blonde moaned out as Liam pounded into her even harder, chasing his release.

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.

Leonel whispered, his words vividly stated, his eyes held sternly his desire to possess. Ismael silent to his words, moved forward, gazing upon his eyes, smashed his lips back unto Leo's, moaning forth words of acceptance, giving up himself to Leonels full grasp. Lifting Ismael off his feat, Leonel Placed him down,unto the dressing table, pulling down his shorts, tearing off his briefs. Turning to his stomach placed upon the table, at his feet drop to the floor, Leonel placed his hands firmly upon him, pressing down his back with a palm. Lubricating his cock, Leonel aligned himself with Ismael's entrance, brushing his cap upon it, plunged deep into his walls, his cock plustrated at the voice

"Mmphhh Liam..aahh I love you, mmph..shit..aahh please keep moving..aaahh," Lea enjoyed every move Liam gave her, now and then Liam grabbed Lea's lips and kissed her, he also didn't forget to leave a mark on her neck and Lea’s chest. The room got hot and smelled of sex. Their Scents were getting mixed, Lea kept hugging the Alpha's body, their bodies were moving in rhythm, and the pleasure was between the two of them.

His deep voice echoed in the night air. Laurel leaned up to him and pressed her lips to his. His warms wrapped around her firmly on her waist. I couldn’t help the scoff that left my mouth. The feeling of jealousy overwhelming me, causing a deep pit in my stomach “Fine but you have to pick my car up and bring it to my dorm okay?” Laurel smiles giving him another peck on the lips. “Call as soon as you get to your dorm? Not a second longer” Leo says in a stern voice and you can tell he’s very serious. He press lips on hers and I just look away.

she says in a voice of panic. “What happened?” I ask, feeling like I already know the answer. “Luna's body is coughing blood constantly, and shaking. Her body is cold. Please come fast!” Her voice falters as she relays the message. “I’m coming.” I end the link and hear Theon’s cackling laugh through the speaker. “You must have heard the good news by now. That’s your second gift. Hope you like it,” he taunts me, his voice filled with malice.

Worried that Damien saw his text as going too far. His screen lit up with a text. Lennon’s breath caught when he saw the attachment. Damien wasn’t lying; his dick was painfully hard and leaking. Lennon (11:00 PM): I want to touch it. (Drooling emoji) Damien (11:01 PM): Go to sleep now, baby. I can take care of myself. Lennon (11:02 PM): Okay. G’night. Lennon’s thumb hovered over the screen then dropped. His phone slipped from his hand. He curled under the covers. Still smelling like the soap from his shower and still feeling Damien inside him.

She lifted, the lemon held in her teeth and took him into her as she sank down onto her heels. His groan was filthy, his body straining under the pleasure. Heath knelt behind her, his hands on her hips, and he lifted her to Rhett’s tip, so that on the downward stroke, Heath could thrust into her. Aislen moaned around the lemon slice, her eyes fluttering closed. “That’s right,” Heath’s hands stroked over her thighs. “Brace on Rhett’s chest.” “Better yet,” Cameron planted a foot on either side of Rhett. “Hold onto me whilst I f-k your mouth.” He sank his fingers into her dark curls as she wrapped her arms around his hips and moaned as she took his c-ck into her mouth.

“Not a chance.” Their banter only made me want it more. I sped up, alternating pressure, my thumbs teasing over the sensitive heads in turn. “Fuck, she’s playing us,” Jace groaned. “She’s trying to,” Liam said, though his voice was tighter now. I leaned forward between them, licking the bead of precum from Liam’s tip before stroking him again. “Still think I can’t?” His breath caught, eyes darkening. “Careful, princess.” Jace growled low. “Don’t ignore me.”