Lucius Malfoy X Reader Novels & Stories

Chapter 65 Lucien POV… I left the basement and returned to the master bedroom. Camila was still sleeping and Liam was trying to draw her blood. “That won’t help!” I spoke. When I saw such a long needle pierce her frail arm, I felt like it was my heart being pierced. “Have you found out anything?” Liam asked and shiny light flashed across his face. He could not hide the expectation on his face. “Things are a lot more complicated than I thought but I think that you have found yourself a test subject!” I said and I saw him frown.

I faintly heard my blouse rip off of me, making me crazy with desire. “Lucia,” he growled as he took in my black lacy bra. “What?” I giggled. “Death of me,” he mumbled. “Draco, do you want to?” I asked him. “More than anything! Do you?” he returned the question. “More than you know,” I smirked. All reasoning flew out of my head as I brought his lips back on mine.

He wants to put a fledgling in his belly. TJ slides his hand into his leather pants and strokes himself while he reads the rest of the story. It's so filthy, the smuttiest Lord Noctis Vale book so far. By the time he finishes the story, he's come three times. He lays back to catch his breath. His heart races along with his mind. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that every MMC in every Lord Noctis Vale story is based on him. Holy hell. Lucien is hot for him. Skinny little nerdy him. He thinks he's beautiful. And he wants to make him cum until he's boneless as a drained mortal.

Lucia stepped out of her dress…slowly, deliberately…completely revealing the curves with a wicked smile. She stepped under the water, beckoning him with one finger. Draco followed like a lost puppy, too drunk and aroused to protest. The steam swirled around them as he pressed her back against the shower wall, and their mouths collided again…fierce, hungry, and desperate. Lucia wrapped her legs around him with a soft gasp, digging her nails into his back and moaning sensually as water poured over them. There was nothing gentle about it. It was raw and reckless.

“We will get there, we will get there.” Lucas makes a displeased sound, but I ignore him and start reading from the new romance novel we have started. This one is a bit steamier, and I’m a bit shocked when my heart races at the love-making scenes. I feel ridiculous for reading them out loud to Lucas, but he doesn’t comment on this. He listens to every word I say, and I only stop reading when his breathing slows, and he falls asleep.

Grant having texted Lucus earlier explaining about the book she was reading and figured she was getting sexually frustrated because of it. Something they were definitely enjoying. Especially the way she would squirm every so often, or the way she would make soft tiny noises all while staying engrossed in her book. Or even how her nipples peeked just high enough above her dress top or how she would unconsciously touch her thighs with her hand. Deciding to take pity and spare her the embarrassment, does Lucus move to stand up slowly before moving to head over to her carefully, easily lifting her up into his lap as he moves to sit down next to her alongside the couch.

Lucius cursed, dark and primal. He unfastened his pants. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, long. Too big. Her breath caught. “I’ll break you, little thing,” he rasped, voice shaking with restraint. “You want that?” Yari bit her lip. Nodded. He pressed in, slow but firm, the thick head breaching her folds. Her back arched. She cried out. Lucius grabbed her throat—not tight, just enough to make her breath catch, his eyes boring into hers.

"Lucy, may I borrow the book on the curse and the Lycan Lord? It has piqued my interest, and I would like to know more about how the story unfolds.” Lucy's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze fixed on Lucian, analysing the motives behind his request. Silence lingered between them, a subtle exchange of unspoken understanding. Moments stretched into eternity, but then, with a nod, Lucy broke the tension, her voice infused with a touch of trust. "Of course, Lucian," she responded, her tone resonating with a mixture of certainty and belief. "I can see your genuine interest. You can take the book." Lucy swiftly pivoted towards the table; her movements filled with purpose. Without hesitation, she rea

"Mi eterno." "Call me Luca." She bursts into tears. I'm being an asshole on purpose and making her cry so much. "Stop crying Lily, I hate to see you crying." "Tell me you don't feel the chemistry between us." "There's no chemistry between us. You're just a hopeless romantic. The books you read are just fantasy and not a guide to life!" She sobs uncontrollably. I'm breaking her heart into a thousand pieces. "Do you want me?"