H20 Delirious Fanart Novelas e Histórias

Nova's PoV: Elias took one more step. The towel slipped from his fingers and landed on the floor with a soft, wet sound. Rain hammered against the windows, but inside my tiny loft the only sound was our breathing — mine fast and shallow, his deeper, almost careful. He was still shirtless. Water droplets clung to the phoenix tattoo across his chest, sliding slowly down the hard ridges of his abs. The ink on his ribs glistened under the soft lamp light, and lower… The waistband of his soaked jeans was dark, clinging to the sharp V of his hips and the obvious, heavy outline of his cock.

Upon getting there, both stripped off every piece of clothing. Helio finally straddled his master's cock and started riding slowly, not gazing at his master. "Look at me, Helio, don't be shy," Helio did and with his master's encouragement, he started moving his hips up and down faster, moans slipping from him. Shortly after, his fingers gripped his master's shoulders after he lowered his torso. Almost immediately, his master started driving up his hips, the sound of skin smacking skin intense. "Oh gods! Master, fuck~ Fuck me faster~"

My driver’s girlfriend glared at me from the front passenger seat and snapped, “Can't you read? You’re always mooching rides off my boyfriend. Have you no shame? If you can’t afford a ride, just stay home. People like you are the worst!” I looked at my driver, Jason, completely baffled. He hurried over to me and lowered his voice to explain, “Miss Silva, my girlfriend doesn’t know I’m a driver. She’s pretty possessive. She only put up that note because she loves me.

If not, he wouldn't hesitate to delete all Philips without caring whether they belong to one or hundreds of Philips. With satisfaction after deleting the contact, he turned back around only to see Joyce so intimately close. She was practically hugging him, trying to retrieve her phone which he held up with a hand above his head. He was silent and studied her face which was creasing in a frown. His eyes strayed to those lips that parted and closed more often than usual as a result of the struggle. He felt the sudden but strong urge to taste those again. He became thirsty of a sudden and those luscious twins seemed to be the perfect water to quench his thirst.

He whimpers, his brows creased together. Taking a seat on the bed, "Dorme ogni bimbo di questo mondo, Sogna di fare un bel girotondo, Insieme a tutti gli animaletti, Il più bel sogno farà" I run my hand softly through his hair while humming one of my favorite lullabies, and his face begins to lighten up. I continued to hum at least for another five minutes before getting to my feet, picking up the tray of snacks, and making my way out of the room and downstairs.

No one had paid attention as it overtook him. The demon found his home and took over finding out everything about the guy he could. An evil grin spreads across his face. He figured out that this human was called “Drake.” What kind of name was that? He tested his hands and found that he had some strength and there was some hidden desire that he could make use of. Looking up, he spotted the three girls talking and laughing. She had shoulder length red hair that fell in waves around her shoulders and a hunter green sleeveless top with matching tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination.

A ringing sound is echoing in my ears and I start to feel dizzy. "Woah, easy there." A male voice is heard. I was placed back onto the bed and everything fades away. Squinting my eyes to see I notice a manly figure in front of me. I couldn't make out the appearance by the darkness but I noticed that he has long fawn hair that reached just underneath his eyebrows. And tattoos everywhere with a slit brow. It seems his eyes were a darker shade of brown with his cream-white skin. "Cyrus?" I questioned my voice coming out dry. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

Apollo was seen sipping his drink again, slowly and in his somewhat relaxing manner. Mr. Darrel was really run out of ideas. He slightly stared at Mr. Hansen Huang sitting beside him and shook his head remarkably faintly and unnoticeably. Mr. Hansen Huang sniffed in his bit upset fashion. He looked at the plate and bowl in front of him with his terribly-sharp eyesight.

"My mate..." Delilah whispered against Lucian's ear. Her hands glided over Lucian's broad shoulders, tracing the contours of his muscular chest. With a swift movement, she tore open his shirt, revealing his distinctive marking. As her fingers delicately traced the intricate patterns, each touch ignited a spark, illuminating his marking like a radiant fleck of sunlight. Delilah locked eyes with Lucian, a seductive gaze that sent a shiver down his spine, and a titillating smirk that fueled his longing.

They were pictures of Anise! Pictures of her at her new company, pictures of her walking with Liam. There was even a long-distance shot of her at her balcony… The one sitting topmost of the table had a menacing X drawn over it with a red pen. “Arthur?!” Clarice dropped her wine glass, which shattered on the carpet and stained it red. Arthur swept his gaze over the pictures before finally setting his eyes on the computer screen… It was the surveillance footage of the night Anise was drugged.