Lana's Fantasies Novelas e Histórias

Antonella’s hate is poisonous, and for once, I can’t even blame her. But Lana… Lana doesn’t deserve this. I reply with a single word. Done. Then I shut the laptop and push it away. I am lost in thoughts. He whispered Lana’s name in his sleep? Ricardo? The bastard doesn’t just want her, he dreams of her. That kind of obsession, I know, is dangerous. Dangerous for him, dangerous for her, dangerous for everyone in his orbit.

Her tears made her vision blurry , she turned around to grab tissue from her bedside when she caught his glimpse . He was looking at her in a desolate manner, his eyes held sympathy and pain .He was only a few step away but she could she his worried expression . Lana looked at Xander and knew that she was hallucinating , she knew that Xander would never worry about her .Lana's lips curled in a mocking smile , look at her how pathetic, she nearly died , list her child but still she desired Xander 's comfort . "You are not real are you? Xander will never look at me so gently " Maybe it was her medicines or maybe it was her pain but she started speaking her mind .

Lana's POV The words have been replaying non stopped in my head. Pregnant. It's not a word I ever associated with myself. Not in the abstract future I sometimes imagined, not in the desperate fantasies I let myself have during those brief, beautiful weeks with Ronan. I was Lana, the human who stumbled into a world of wolves. Lana, the Fox with power she didn't understand. Lana, the woman who walked away from love because it was killing her. Not Lana, the mother.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

He deftly binds her hands with strands when he returns, and she lets out a gasp, unfurling her long lashes to meet his dark penetrating eyes. “It’s time to tie your legs too, are you ready?” He says, revealing another strand of her tattered bathrobe. Lana's eyes widen in awe, and she slowly nods, lifting her head to gaze up at him. “What will you do when you know my deepest fantasy?” She asks, swallowing as they maintain intense eye contact. Alpha Damon's dark gaze deepens, and a flicker of desire flashes in his eyes. “I will make it a reality,”

“Not if someone doesn’t want that.” “What are you talking about? What do you know?” “Exactly that. You are going to fail. That you will never be the Alpha of Alpha’s.” “Lana, you believe some shit. Your visions have constantly changed." Her head bobs up and down when she suddenly pushes the back door open, launching herself from the jeep.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Maybe, just for the holiday, she wouldn’t be reminded about how their numbers were dwindling. For an instant, she wished, and felt guilty for thinking it, that she was simply a normal person, that the fate of her species didn’t seem to rest on her shoulders. Humans were overpopulated—why couldn’t she have been one of those? Sure, she passed for a normal human being in day-to-day life, but so did the rest of them. All that night, Lana had dreams of communing with nature, lounging beneath trees in her feline form, and running endlessly through a dense forest with Jackson at her side. She woke up feeling more refreshed than she had in months.

I had the worst sleep of my life last night, that fucking woman came to the front of my mind the second I close my eyes. I awoke with my pants pitched in a tent at the dreams that overwhelmed my mind. Seeing her body has been pure restless torture. In my dreams, I see her step under the running water. I see the warm liquid running over her smooth skin, from the top, over her plump lips, between the moulds of her breasts and down the smooth taut skin of her stomach and then… Fuck I need to clear my mind.