Novel & Cerita Karl Heisenberg X Reader

“Of course Karl is in this chapter.” “Karl is serious,” I said. “In his way. Very German. Very calm. Very much like a tax form that can hug you.” Sienna frowned slightly, but there was a little softness in her eyes. “And you?” I pressed the tip of my nail into the condensation on my glass. Cold water clung to my skin. “I said yes.” Arianna lowered her gaze from the ceiling. Sienna did not speak. I shrugged, a little. “He’s good with kids. Stable. Doesn’t show up as my sister’s fiancé. Doesn’t buy my client’s company to monitor infrastructure and possibly my life. Low standards, but look at the market.”

She was shivering wildly, making incoherent chatters, and breathing heavily. In time, Karl spurt in his wife, emptying himself completely, and leaned forward to take her lips. This time, she returned his kiss. As she spent a beautiful moment catching her breath while Karl kept kissing her, he had two fingers in Gina, thrusting hard inside her, making her body spasmodic with pleasure. Karl was a man of wild taste, and an unquenchable appetite for sex. He was glad for Lexi and Gina. They were the only ones that did satisfy him fully.

He tilted his head back, clutching his stomach, then looked at me with glassy eyes. “Come on,” he said, still chuckling. “Anyone in my position would’ve done exactly what I did.” Karl shifted beside me. I didn’t look at him, but I felt the tension in his body, the way his weight subtly adjusted, ready for violence if I showed the slightest signal. Karl had always been good at reading me. Tonight, I didn’t even know how to read myself. I just felt empty.

JENNIFER ALVAREZ I looked down and saw little Karl standing at attention, "someone is awake" I said kneeling down and holding it in my hand. "We have not come to an agreement Karl boy." I could see the fire in his eyes, the lust, the desire, I was certain he'd agree to anything but when he hesitated, I started stroking his shaft. I was quite impressed with his level of resilience and composure unlike Elaina but I needed to kill off that rational thinking, I needed him to surrender everything to me and I was determined to get it.

With a raspy voice, he asked his lover, “Steffan … Could you feel my long dick hitting your prostate… Tell me, Steffan…’’ Steffan almost turned out to be speechless because of what is happening, but he still managed to reply. ‘’I… I can feel it, Karlisle… Ooohh… Don’t stop hitting that spot… Yes, right there… Goodness… Harder, Karlisle…’’

Warning Sexual Content Kari's POV. When I saw him, Hela was a mix of anger and need for him. She didn't know what to do with herself, but when she found out it was his Sister, the anger melted away and she wanted him. It was the strangest feeling ever, even though I wanted him so much it hurt. His voice had a direct line to the area between my legs that I was sure was filled with cobwebs. I led him to my room where a warrior stood and I blushed. The Warrior bared his neck to me and said nothing else. I pulled him into my room quickly and banged the door shut. I must look like a tomato. He chuckled and pulled me to him.

"From the articles I've read on the internet, they all say the same thing. So I think you'll also like it if I can guess your thoughts accurately." "That's an article on the internet. And it's only for ordinary women who demand that their boyfriends become psychics who can read their minds," he buried his face in Karl's neck. "But I don't fall into that category." "I can see why," Karl laughed amusedly this time. "I will try to learn to be more sensitive to the situation. So that I can accurately guess what is on your mind." "No need. The current you are quite perfect, really." "Is that true?"

In one smooth motion he bends down to sweep my legs out from under me, straightening with me cradled effortlessly against his chest. I cling tighter to him, my heart racing with anticipation as I run my lips and my tongue across the soft skin of his neck, reveling in the sound of his heavy breathing. Karl strides swiftly from the room, rounding the corner and carrying me up the large spiral staircase. I tuck my face into his neck as he carries me, breathing him in. His skin is warm and soft under my lips and I leave a trail of kisses along his neck, then lift my chin so I can nip along his stubbled jaw.

Isabella sat in the driver’s seat motionless, watching Karl walk in the opposite direction and stop in front of a black Mercedes. She reminisced about the first time she met this man. One night, she found him covered in blood on the street. Karl was a hacker and a mysterious figure in the underworld. Isabella learned her fighting skills from him and he taught her how to shoot. He even gave her the gun. Most importantly, Isabella had once confessed her feelings to him, but Karl rejected her. They had known each other for three years, and Isabella now saw him as a brother.

Calmly, he continued, “If you finished all of Carl Johan Vallgren’s books, you should try Karin Fossum’s ‘He Who Fears the Wolf’. It is about a man who escaped a mental institution. You will find it very interesting.” Silje couldn’t tell what he meant by this comment, but she didn’t show her confusion. She replied easily, “Well, right now, I am more interested in finishing this date than reading mystery books. If you lend me the book though, I will read it.” “You’ll like it. I guarantee it, because you and I have similar tastes. You don’t realize it, but I know it to be true. We are very similar.” “We have similar tastes? Really?” She blinked at him and took a piece of steak slowly into her