Kurapika X Leorio Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lexie wiggled a little, making his cock send him urgent messages. "Wait. Even more wow coming right up." He slid his legs between hers, spreading them wide apart then reaching down to arrange them so they draped over his thighs. Maneuvering the two of them slightly, he directed the stream from one of the jets right to her sweet little pussy. "Oh my god! Oh, Killian!" she squealed.

Leo groaned and cried out, trying to move away. Kawan let his weight down with his chest, pressing Leo's thighs down. He had him bent in half, rolled up below him so their weights were on his shoulders. Kawan grabbed his hands, pinning them to the sheets above his head. He basked deep inside him for minutes until the urge to move gripped him. Kawan pulled his hips up and drove his cock straight down into him. Leo gasped and Kawan opened his eyes to meet his as he delivered another deep, punishing thrust.

He just wanted her more. WCP’s biggest weapon isn’t Axel. It’s Leal. The Luna. The lycan. Kajik’s eyes followed Leal’s back as she limped out of the cafeteria with Axel. He smirked. Until now, he could still hear his heart’s loud beats. He was both frightened and fascinated by her. —

She had met him at Casius’ place. “Uh… What happened to Leron?” Keiko staggered back fearfully, her voice trembling. If not for the ointment on her face, Keiko’s discolored complexion would be noticeable. She knew what Leron was made of. He was once legendary. Yet now, Keiko could not believe that Leron was unconscious on the stretcher. “Mr. Lee incapacitated Leron,” the leader of the Viper’s Den explained. The leader nodded at Kaze. “Hello, Mr. Lee.”

[Xavier] Ice coursed through his veins. Leikos growled threateningly in his mind. "No!" Before he knew it, the word was out of his mouth. Leikos continued roaring in his mind, restless and bloodthirsty. He wanted to rip off their heads for blatantly disrespecting him and his mate. Sir Leon shifted his gaze towards him. Raising an eyebrow, he reiterated, "No?" Beside him, Erica had stiffened, her palm had become sweaty. He could feel how she was holding on to her indifferent facade with every ounce of her will that was teetering.