Novel & Cerita Klaus Mikaelson X Reader

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

I could hear the undoing of belt buckles and the shuffling of pants just before the hit the floor while Ace kissed me, and I was beyond eager to see them all naked and ready for me, so I broke away from Ace’s kiss to do just that. Nick had paused to undress, and now, he was just standing in between my legs with a deliciously veined and rock hard erection that was pointing towards my wet entrance. Inches away from my face, Ace’s cock had sprung out and the monstrous, beautiful, hard length was begging to be stuffed in my mouth until I no longer remembered how to breath. Then right beside me, Xander was pumping his length at a slow, sensuous pace while his eyes were pinned to my clit, like he

Her hand touched the hem of Mikael's shirt—the shirt he wear carelessly before driving the helicopter to Manhattan and leaving Claire crying alone. Once again, Mikael growled in his heart. Claire and everything about her were driving him crazy. And he was aware that Claire's influence was growing within him—something that might destroy him if he didn't get that under his control. "Many say that you have a beautiful body," Miranda brought her red lips closer to Mikael's chest, giving small kisses along the lines of his body. "However, now I know that your body will be much more beautiful when you are in me."

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.

was the soft reply. She waited till Mikel came out freshly showered and dressed in Dominic’s old Harvard t-shirt and a pair of his goofy socks. “You really were falling for him huh,” Kelsey asked with a smile. Mikel stroked the heads of her two companions and returned the smile. “I think we both were falling for each other over the years and was confusing it with lust and our friendship. I remember one night the lovemaking was much more intense, and electrifying. The look in his eyes was different I knew he saw the same in mine too. He called me Mikel. Not Mikky. We were going to make it,” she said burying her face in Roman’s fur.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE MALAKAI * * Trigger Warning: This scene involves themes of homophobia, abuse, and brainwashing. Reader discretion is advised. This is pure fiction and does not depict the actions of any religious group. It's white everywhere. My head is hurting. My foggy brain can't even think of why I'm here. The only thing I feel is terror when I realize I am strapped to the bed. Is this a clinic? But... Why?