Lestat X Reader Novels & Stories

Several days passed, and one evening, as I was leaving a job interview, I felt a hand on my arm. I spun around, expecting Alex. But instead, I was met with the smiling face of a young woman with auburn hair, and a smattering of freckles across her nose. Her eyes sparking with recognition, she asked "You're Elysia, right? I'm Lila. I work at the bookstore. I saw you looking at the book on the Quarter's history."

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She cried out his name, lost in the sensation of… I slammed the book shut, my cock hardening instantly. So this was what my innocent Elara had been reading. I opened the book again, unable to help myself, flipping through the pages. Which contained sex scenes. Descriptions of positions, sensations, emotions. Some of the pages had corners turned down like she’d been marking her favorite parts. The image of Elara lying in bed, reading these explicit scenes, her hand slipping between her legs as she imagined someone touching her like that…it made me fucking feral. She’d hidden this book like a secret. Like she was embarrassed by what she wanted.

The storm outside raged on, rain hammering the thatched roof and thunder cracking so loudly it shook the wooden walls of the beach hut. Inside, the air was thick with heat and the scent of salt, skin, and arousal. Lila stood between Diego and Rafael, her body already trembling from the way they had touched her. She had never been with two men at once, and the reality of it felt both overwhelming and impossibly exciting.

Stars began to emerge one by one, glittering like scattered diamonds across black velvet. Lila had changed into a loose white linen dress that fluttered against her thighs in the breeze. She was achingly aware of how little fabric separated her from Kai’s gaze. He lounged in the chair beside her, legs stretched out, nursing a beer, looking every bit the relaxed beach god. “So,” he said, turning his head toward her, “what brings a woman like you to a beach house all alone?” Lila took a slow sip of wine. “I needed to remember who I am without deadlines, without expectations, without… anyone.”

I did not want to intrude but at that particular moment, my curiosity was far greater than my respect for his privacy. Oh to hell with respect. I grabbed the piece of paper and my eyes scanned its expanse. Feeling so alone Feeling dead inside. Coming so undone Losing all my pride... "Elle...are you coming?" Leatisia interrupted me. I had been so enraptured in reading the first few lines. They were written in red ink and a beautiful cursive. Reluctantly, I let go of the paper and left Xander's office meeting Tisia outside waiting for me.

I blinked at her, momentarily confused. "You're cute." She chuckled, leaning closer, her height making the gesture feel deliberate. It almost felt like she was trying to intimidate me. I ignored her comment, sidestepping her and moving to enter the study. But... "The name’s Estelle." I stopped short in my track. "Estelle Rodriguez." My body went rigid, eyes widening in disbelief. Estelle? The name wasn't new to me. I’d heard it in whispers and rumors; Xavier’s first lover. The woman who left the country years ago. The one they claimed was the only person who ever made him truly happy.

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It was a private message, intended just for Xavier, a reader who adored the author's work. 'Dear Xavier, My Wonderful Reader, Amid our unexpected encounter, I leave this memento of our meeting. Remember that the mysteries we must unravel are merely what awaits us once our paths cross. Until we meet again, may the words on these pages light the fires of your imagination. With heartfelt gratitude, Ezra Waylen '