Jon Snow Ao3 Novels & Stories

Nova’s POV The snow finally dwindled down then stopped a few hours before my show, so we spent the rest of the day snuggling and talking and yeah, we made love as well. This time it was slow and sensual, not needy and impatient like last time. Ambrose kissed every inch of me and trailed his fingers sensually over my skin before I got to experience the new sensation of his recently pierced cock inside of me and it feels so good, not that it didn’t feel amazing before, but that little ring hits some places differently depending on the angle we use and we tried several to see what sensations we both like best. I think we are going to have a lot of fun finding new positions and playing with the

Outside, the first snow had started to fall, but they didn’t feel the cold at all. Rion even started to sweat profusely, although he had taken a shower. While waiting for the effects of the orgasm to wear off, he decided to go down and enjoy the swan's thighs... um his wife’s thighs.

I imagined him flipping me over, pinning my wrists while driving that thick cock so deep I’d feel it in my throat. “I’m your little slut, Max….your Christmas whore…” The fifth climax left me shaking, thighs trembling, cunt throbbing like a heartbeat. I came so hard I saw stars, but the ache deep inside didn’t fade. “Please….fill me….claim me…destroy me…” I murmured as tears streaked down my face. The ache only grew. A hollow, gnawing need only his cock could fill. I fell asleep with my fingers still inside me, dreaming of snow and sin.

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

The cat had odd-eyed eyes, one blue and the other yellow. “Good afternoon, lycan king and his apprentice!” “So you are the king of the cats here?” “Yes, my name is Snowy. I am a female cat, but I am their leader. You must be the red moon girl.” “My name is Jonea Rawling, you can call me Jonea.” “Okay, Jonia. I was just wondering what kind of person this stupid lycan would want to marry.” “Shut up, you ugly cat!” Daran said in annoyance.

It’s like all my dirty fantasies about him has finally come true. “That was so fucking hot,” Aaron says with a groan and I hear what sounds like the crinkle of foil. I have to blink hard to come back to reality and then he’s trying to turn me around, only my hands are gripping the metal edge of the shelves so hard it’s nearly impossible to unclench them. I also think I’ll fall on my face if I don’t have the support, I’m lightheaded and my knees want to give out on me. The orgasm has rendered me into dust. But somehow I do turn around, pressed against the shelves for support and the sight before my eyes nearly makes me delirious again. His jeans and boxer briefs are down to his ankles and his

“All of it.” Outside, the snow kept falling — soft, endless, the world remade in white. Inside, I lay wrapped in his arms, thinking how strange and perfect it felt to have the man who had everything finally fall in love with something as small and quiet as this. And when I woke up in the morning, sunlight spilling over the room and Jake’s arm draped across my waist, I realized — this wasn’t an escape anymore. It was home for the two of us. I had forgotten how it felt waking up to layers of snow on the ground.The cold breeze accompanied by the flakes made the day more beautiful.The snow-covered slopes covered in multiple dots each representing a soul enjoying the life of Aspenridge.

"Don't talk. Just hold on. The snow's about to stop." However, Janet seemed to see nothing. Confused, she whispered in my ear. "Don't tell him I'm still dumb and a failure. I've been everywhere, but I still can't forget him." Tears and blood streaked Janet's face. "If you get better, I won't tell him how much of a failure you are!" She hugged my neck, her voice barely a whisper. "He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart."

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

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