Klaus Mikaelson X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not again Mia. "I will never lay my hand on you, Mia, believe it or not. Maxim has sent me to you more than once but every time I come close, I lack the power to lift my gun. " Massimo places his palm on my cheek, and I can't find the strength to move away. Why is he behaving this way? This is the opposite of the man I am used to. "Stop talking" I whisper in a shaky voice. What am I doing? I love Rico. I shouldn't be entertaining this man. Why can't I kill him?

Mia He lifted me onto the counter without breaking the kiss, his hands firm on my waist. I tried to respond, to feel something…anything, but it was different. It wasn’t like with Rolex. Maxello’s lips moved against mine with tenderness, but every time I closed my eyes, it wasn’t his face I saw. It was his. That deep, taunting voice. That rough touch. That fire I hated myself for craving. Why was I thinking of him now?

He was obsessed with Mazaya. "Actually that chapter in your life has passed. No matter if you went back in time and had sex with Mazaya or gave her back her virginity and did, You would never gain access to her magic. Alexander is completely immortal and now he's the only God who will ever get access to her magic." Klaus said making Luther throw a book across the room. He hated not having magic. "You can leave. You have nothing I want than." Luther said as he gritted his teeth.

Felt how badly part of me wanted him to keep going even while the rest of me hated myself for it. "Say you want me to stop," he breathed against my mouth, so close I could taste the words. I opened my lips. Nothing came out. He smiled then — small, dark, and completely satisfied. Like he had just won something he had known was already his. Then the door creaked open. Milo stood in the doorway. His backpack slung low. Face completely blank. His eyes moved slowly: from Jax's hand still under my hoodie, to my fingers twisted tight in Jax's shirt, to the way my mouth was still open, breath coming ragged and unstable.

****** Karen She paused for a moment to take a real good look at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes heavy, and he gazed at her with a look of such blatant passion that she gasped and backed away hastily. Her blood sizzled at the sight of him, knowing that he wanted her, right here, right now. Xavier stepped towards her, following her retreating footsteps, which only made her retreat faster, almost tripping over her dress. She could have fallen if Xavier hadn't rushed at her and caught her against his muscular body. Her nipples tightened instantly, her body reacting instinctively to his intimacy. She looked up at him, her hands clutching his chest, and watched as his nostrils flared, sign

Ace was unbuttoning his shirt slowly as he mocked me, he seemed to enjoy doing that most. Somehow, he always knew how to find the perfect balance between dirty talk and degradation. I couldn’t resent him for his arrogant words since they turned me on. And the fact that Xander was still torturing me and making it harder and harder for me to breathe without moaning made his words stir my core. “And we can agree that that’s more than enough teasing for today, right?” I was hoping that they wouldn’t go any further because of where we were. Literally anyone would walk in on us and I’d be doomed.

All the embarrassment over her was gone, replaced by passion and desire. Even though Claire didn't really know what to do, Mikael was glad that she had started to take the initiative to touch him. "Touch me, Claire." He muttered in Claire's ear, then guided Claire's hand to slide down and touch the center of him that had completely hardened since their first kiss a few minutes ago. Mikael hates it when a woman touches him excessively. He doesn't like being touched by anyone. However, Claire's touch made him crave another touch—made him beg her.

I know that look too well. “Pa, please don’t.” A sob broke through my lips, begging. “I’m sorry, mio cara. If it means to keep you alive.” He sullenly said. Just like that, tears flowed down from my eyes without even noticing them. “See, cara? I told you we would get his blessing. Soon enough you will be mine and we will be as one.” Mikael preened, forcing my head to slant towards him and then lick on my cheek. The smell of liquor and a heavy scent of cigarettes lingered on his breath, wracking up my nerves and curling the pit of my stomach with repulsion. Which immediately elicited a violent shudder on my spine.

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

There's no pondering on it; that person cannot be Mikael. Only one pillow rests at the head of the bed, and I deduce that the Alpha probably isn't a pillow person. Ditto. I'm no fan of how they take up the space my body should be reposing. Springs of water hit tiles in the bathroom, publishing Mikael in the process of taking a shower. I sit upright, tasking my spine with straightening rather than curving how it wants to at pictures of his naked body covered in soap and steam. I imagine his hair, wet, dripping water droplets at its tips, which descend lower on his shoulders and further down. My sex clenches in anticipation.