Novel & Cerita Jon Snow Hot

LILY The snow hadn’t stopped falling since dusk. It came down in soft sheets, muting the world into something unreal — like the universe itself was holding its breath. Inside the chalet, the fire glowed low and golden, painting the walls in amber. The scent of cedar and smoke filled the air, and somewhere in the distance, a storm rumbled like it couldn’t quite reach us. Jake was by the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He wasn’t watching the storm — he was watching me.

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

Lacey tells him, before she turns around once more to check on the children. Sunny is staring out the window in delight, seemingly mesmerized by the fat flakes of falling snow. Jack is playing his hand held gaming console once more, but he too keeps casting furtive glances out his window at the snow. Both children love the snow. Sunny finds it magical, how fluffy it looks and how it sparkles in the light. Jack just likes throwing snowballs at people and piling the fresh powder up to make forts or snowmen.

a very soft and genuine smile. “This isn't the worst place to be stuck.” The villa had been private, and warm, to the point we can't feel anything snow. Steam was curling through the open-air hot spring made available in the room. I remember how I got off from the bed, stepped into the water, with heat wrapping around me, and he followed suit. He was close, too close for the kind of contract we signed. “Your shoulders are a bit tense,” he murmured right behind me, in a way that actually made me stiff.

He answered and poured water out of a pitcher. The sides of the glass condensed almost instantly. The cold was a stark contrast to the heat of the atmosphere. I hoped the room I was in had an aircon, at least. Even the pool seemed more inviting than staying inside. "Well it is-" Jonah came to an abrupt stop in front of me. His eyes narrowed in on my face. Lips pursed together. The water in his hand trembled slightly from his hard grip on it. "Let me save you the pleasantries, Teagan, seeing as we are now friends. I am not interested in Ciaran's trade. I have no interest in any trade, as a matter of fact. As you can see," He extended his arms wide. Smiled proudly at our surroundings. "I have

Ariana let out a soft, involuntary whimper that she tried to cover with a cough. "Are you coming down with something, Ari?" Cami reached over and touched Ariana’s forehead. "You’re burning up!" "She’s just overwhelmed," Mateo interjected, his eyes never leaving Ariana’s face. He increased the pressure of his thumb, his gaze challenging her to stay silent, to stay professional, while he ruined her in public. "The holidays can be a very... stimulating time for a young woman. Especially one with so much repressed energy."

He spun around, slid backwards, and crashed into a pile of fresh powder. THUD. The King of Wall Street lay on his back, staring at the sky. Snow fell onto his face. "Are you okay?" Serenity skied over gracefully. She stopped perfectly beside him. "I am selling this mountain," Jackson announced from the ground. "I hate snow. It's cold, it's wet, and it has zero respect for my authority." Serenity leaned down and offered him a hand. "Get up, Mr. Grumpy. Hot chocolate is waiting."

Still no text from Kate. I walked over to the window and looked out toward a distant cabin. A warm, yellow light glowed inside, with what looked like silhouettes moving up and down. I lowered my gaze, turned around, and opened my suitcase. I hadn't brought much, so packing took only a few minutes. When I pushed the front door open, the wind-whipped snow slammed into my face. It was freezing and painful. After taking one last look at the room, I turned and walked out into the blizzard.

They fucked slow and deep in front of the fire, kissing passionately while he ground against her clit. Then he took her against the window, her breasts pressed against the cold glass as he fucked her from behind, the snowstorm swirling outside while he claimed her. By the time the fire had burned low, Evelyn was a wrecked, cum-soaked mess. Her body was covered in his marks, and her pussy was leaking his cum. Jonathan pulled her into his arms on the couch, kissing her deeply. “We’re snowed in for at least two more days,” he murmured against her lips. “And I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

“ Snow, I have some news to tell you,” “ I'm listening?.” “ Rebecca and I are having a baby!!! And it's a BOY!!!” I damn near dropped my whiskey. “ I'm sorry, what now?” I've only seen this man light up one time before now, and it was when he first met Rebbecca. Rebbecca was in a rush to an interview fresh off of a flight from L.A., and he'd been sitting in the carpool lane to pick me up.