Julie And The Phantoms Fanfic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I needed more. “Fuck, yes.” “You like the sound of that? Being filled while you fuck me?” “Yes.” I gripped his ass in my hands and squeezed the globes. He moved his fingers faster. “I had a fantasy last night about that. How I stuffed your ass full with a plug, then left it in there while you fucked me.” “Fuck, Jules.” “Wanna know what happened next?” “What?” “You fucked me until you came. Then I pulled the plug out of you and fucked your sweet ass until you came again, shooting all over me, as I filled you with my load.”

But even without knowledge of his atrocities, she didn’t give in. Fiona was still mine. And she would always be. I had said it once and this time I meant it – she would never return to him. Never be subject to his torture, his manipulation or dark magic again. I would protect her, always. I placed a kiss to the forehead. Her eyes fluttered awake as she smiled and curled into my arms. “I love you, Julian,” she purred. I pressed her tighter. “And I love you.” Her hands pressed my chest as her eyes moved over mine. “Before you get mad and say no, I need to do this. And I need you to trust me.”

“Vittoria, Alessia, make sure to bring the tents and blankets. I need to stay protected from the sun and cold.” I didn’t give her the time of day, nor did Vittoria. A minute later, she sent another text. “Matteo, Luca, you need to tighten things up at home. Are your wives too busy seeing someone else to respond to my texts?” The group chat went silent. I typed a response, my thumb hovering over the send button briefly. “Are you projecting, Juliana? Who’s the one with flings? Even jokes have their limits.”

One of her girls had spooned up behind Julianna, clutching her hip and gyrating right up against her ass while the other friend spooned against the friend in the middle. Juli’s arms were above her head, her fingers were snapping and her eyes were closed as she tilted her face up and smiled through the music. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared openly as she seemed to float off into the music and let it carry her mind away. Wishing I were the chick pressing her lap into Julianna’s ass, I watched her perfect body shimmy and writhe, and one fact became perfectly clear to me. I didn’t care that she wasn’t my soul mate. I didn’t care how much she’d hurt me and pissed me off. I didn’t even care

“Fuck him!” “What is he doing?” She wondered. She stood up and fenced her waist with her left hand, tapping her forehead lightly with her right hand, reviewing what to do. She walked back to the bed and picked up her phone. She dialed Mr. Leo’s number but wasn’t reachable. She switched on her data to send a W******p message and she received ten reports from diverse platforms, broadcasting Dimitri’s submission to Mila. She hated seeing him in the limelight of people, and she threw her phone on the bed again.

And then, as if it were ineluctable, their fingers brushed, their eyes met, and they were pulled back into the world they had once shared, a world where their history and their present intertwined in a dizzying cotillion of feelings. It was a night of revived passions, a night of stolen kisses, a night where old injuries were temporarily forgotten. They ended up in a near hotel, their bodies entwining in a passionate grasp, their pain forgotten and their future uncertain. The next morning, Julie woke up first. She lay in bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her head aching dully with the events of the previous night replaying in her mind. She had given in to the appeal of his charm and t

Xavier said, lifting her in his arms. “I don't want to close my eyes,” she whined. “Ok, but see me. You are not allowed to look anywhere else,” Xavier said. “Ok,” Julia smiled brightly. He took her into the lift and entered it. He pressed the button, which was on top. Julia, who was looking at him as he said, suddenly lifted her face and pecked on his lips.

I studied the destruction of my property and all I saw was that Pete used pain and vengeance as his muses for all these things he did to my house. “He really took his time,” Yulia muttered as she looked around. She entered the bathroom. “You have got to be kidding me,” she said. I followed her into the bathroom and on the mirror read: WHORE OF THE LYCAN. Pete knew that Yulia and I were together but I was not sure if he had any idea that we were mated. Yulia looked at me with a worried expression. “What if he tells the wrong people?” Yulia asked. Before I could answer, Miles entered the room. He looked really pissed off.

"If this is who you choose, then I will begin to see him as a brother." Diana hugged her. "Julie, you're so good!" "Yes, now go get him!" "I never said I was going to get him." Diana chuckled. "I only wanted to know why you'd be willing to let your infatuation go all because of me." "Duh." Julitta shrugged. "What if it was Yolanda who asked, would you let him go?" Julitta growled. "I would rather rape him and fall pregnant and then force him to wed me than allow him to have anything called romance to do Yolanda."

Frankly, I don't care. Julie's voice trembles as she clings to a last shred of hope. "You can't keep me here forever. Someone will find out. They will come for me." Her feeble attempt at defiance only fuels my sadistic pleasure. The audacity of her belief in rescue amuses me greatly. I let out a sinister chuckle, relishing in her naivety. "Oh, Julie, my dear, you underestimate the darkness that resides within me. No one will find you, for I am the master of this realm." I intake her left boob into my mouth. I end up biting it and kneading her right one.