Game Of Thrones Smut Novels & Stories

Smoke drifted toward the high ceilings like a prayer gone unanswered. Then came the voice. A voice that had once excited her but now all she felt was disdain. “Rosana De Luca!” The sound froze her in place. Luca De Rossi. Through the smoke, Luca appeared, his once-immaculate white shirt now stained red and gray. His tie was gone, sleeves rolled, gun clutched tight in one hand. He looked like someone who had finally grown teeth—but too late. She wasn't falling for that. She stepped into the open, gun raised and pointed directly at him.

Edgar I sank to one knee, pressing a hand to the marble beneath me. The ground felt impossibly cold, like it was trying to swallow everything I’d built,,and everything I’d lost. Smoke curled around the columns, twisting in ribbons, clinging to the banners that were already singed at the edges. The hall smelled of burnt wine and iron and betrayal. It hit me all at once: this was my palace. My life. My rule. And it had just been stripped bare.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This episode contains sensitive content. It includes dominant sexual themes and morally complex characters. The presence of death is part of the emotional stakes and plot, it is not fetishized. Reader discretion is advised. SELENE’S POV He thrust so hard into me that I squirted immediately. “Such a needy cunt,” the Don said with a cruel smile. He took the gun from me and dropped it carelessly on the leather couch. His hand slid under my ass, gripping tight and pulling me closer. My hands wound around his neck, clutching, holding on as the slick heat still dripped between us.

His fingers, two are inside me, fingering. Heat creeps to my face once I hear the wet sloshing of his fingers in the most delicate part of my body. It makes a wet sound, evidence of how ready I am for him. He looks up at me with a teasing look, I cover my face to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks. He goes even faster and I can feel my juices spilling. "Fuck!" I scream and grab his hair. He smiles and places his thumb on my clit, rubbing in circles, the feeling is sensational.

At this point, the scowl would be etched permanently onto his face. “Alpha,” Gabe walked out of his room. “Did you find anything?” “Nothing. Except…” he pulled out a magazine which had a cover of a brunette with her arms only covering her private parts. “Put that down! Do you men have no respect for privacy?” “You had tissues littering the floor. It’s quite obvious.” Gabe grinned, and Kyle rose to his feet. “Just get out already!” He pointed to the door. “Well, well. Seems like the innocent geek from our military camp prefers brunettes with small tits. Good for you.” I rose from the chair and cracked my knuckles.

I stuttered embarrassed Instead of Leon to stop he pulled off his pants leaving only his boxers He came close to me on the bed and removed my hands from my eyes My eye widen in embarrassment "I'm all yours why are you shy?" He smirk I blushed and hit him on his chest "You are shameful put on something" I hiccupped and he laughed He lower his head and looked at my hand on his chest I followed his gaze and saw my hand still on his chest I quickly retrieve it but he held it before I could withdraw it "What are...what are you doing" I flushed

My walk of shame pic was truly appalling. “You’ll love this one.” Brack turned the screen toward me so I had a straight on view of a Twitter post. @smutkisses O Stradmore tennis’s darling debutante seen after bathroom tryst with unknown sex god bitly.com/X2_LY8 I almost spit out my coffee. “I’ll find @smutkisses and force a tennis ball down her throat for the ‘debutante’ comment.” I clicked on the link and covered my eyes when I saw the picture of me and Brack. He had a bit of lace clearly hanging from his pocket. “Where is that thong?”

Claimed by the Arrogant Alpha . Chapter 18: another mated pair . *** *** 18+ actions ahead involving mating sex... skip if uncomfortable *** *** *NATASHA AND AMIR* . Tasha smells him before she hears or sees him. The scent of burning honeysuckle and pine, overpowering the smell of the sweet dough still sticking to Tasha’s fingers, a scent that could only mean one thing: Amir has just entered the first stage of his medically induced rut.

A devious smile crept out of my face as I was flipped, my body unceremoniously bent over on a small table near the staircase. “You want it rough huh?” He then cupped my bare breasts from the back. Feeling, kneading, and pinching it making me squirm at the white-hot pleasure he’s sending to my core. “Give me your best shot.” I hissed, breathlessly. I heard him growl at the challenge then– –the door slammed wide open.

“Look at you—such a filthy little slut, coming so hard just from the thought of being gagged by my cock. You’re literally shaking.” Gavin was a beautiful wreck beneath me. His thighs trembled uncontrollably, chest heaving in short, desperate bursts, cheeks flushed a deep, humiliated red. The dark wet patch on the front of his jeans spread wider with every aftershock, the sharp, musky scent of his release filling the small space between our bodies. His cock—still half-hard, slick with his own cum—twitched against his stomach every time he breathed. “No,” he whispered, voice cracked and defiant.