Moan My Name Novels & Stories

My eyebrows lift when the woman puts down her rum in the sand and falters forward with laughter escaping her lips. "Don't judge me—it's a beautiful Friday night, and I'm in the company of a gorgeous older man." My lips twitch, yet I resist the urge to laugh. "It's Tuesday..." Tide cracks up. 'In her defense, she is cute.' "Whatever!" Natasha rolls her eyes at me. "Who even keeps track these days? The world has already gone under, Hayhay." Hayhay? Is that my nickname?! Isn't that the stupid chicken from Disney's movie Moana? Could a nickname get even more insulting!?

I muttered. His pen but his head still bent over the page. “What was that?” He asked. “I said look at me,” I repeated, louder. He set his pen down and raised his eyes to meet mine. It was blank, leaving no room for any expression to escape. “Is something the matter, Miss Monroe?” “Am I so disgusting that you refuse to look at me?” “I’m not sure I understand you, Miss Monroe—” “Stop fucking calling me that!” I snapped. “My name is Sussay.

Moan. His husky voice was enough to increase the wetness in her shorts as she let out an even louder moan. Xandar was ecstatic, and his manhood got even harder than it already was. He gave a gentle squeeze on the cheek of her butt as his lips traced her jawline, and Lucianne moaned in ecstasy and whispered his name. Xandar’s lips moved to her ear. “That’s it, baby. Moannn. Let me hear you moannn.” His voice and choice of words made her arousing scent rival Xandar’s.

The slap of skin on skin filled the room, louder than the headboard, louder than my own broken moans. His hand slid up my spine, fingers tangling in my hair. He pulled just enough to arch my back further, just enough to make me gasp his name again. “Say it,” he growled. “Say my name like you used to.” “Alex,” It came out wrecked, needy. “Alex, fuck—” “Louder, baby.” His hand met my asscheek in a harsh slap. “Alex!” I yelled. “That’s it.” He reached around, fingers finding my clit once more. My thighs shook. My vision blurred at the edges.

Every moan she made was mine. And as the hot water pounded over us, I made damn sure she remembered who she belonged to. "Say my name," She threw her head back against the tiles, a moan spilling from her lips as her legs tightened around my waist. "Damien..." A low growl escaped me at the sound of my name on her lips. Fuck, she had no idea how powerful that sound was. How it made me want to destroy cities and burn the fucking world down for her. "Again," I demanded, thrusting deeper, my hand tangled in her hair. "Say my fucking name."

“Do you mind if I sit down for a minute?” Noah’s fingers tightened around his tablet. “Do I know you?” “Not yet,” the man answered. Without waiting for Noah to give permission, he pulled out a chair and sat right across from him. “My name is Damien Crowe. I fight in the same underground fights as your friend... Zach Rivera.” Noah felt his blood go cold. A sudden wave of fear hit his stomach, but he forced his voice to stay steady. “What do you want?” Damien leaned forward over the table, resting his elbows on the wood.

“I did not.” “You kind of did.” I exhaled sharply, half a laugh. “Maybe you just have a ghost face.” He grinned at that. Not big, not cocky. Just... enough. Enough to make my heart trip over itself. “You got a name?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said slowly. “It’s Hailey.” He nodded, like he’d expected it to be something different. I couldn’t tell. “And yours?” I asked, because I had to. Because I needed to know.

He then settled beside her and immediately texted Ralph, instructing him to arrange for their meal to be delivered. Ralph hurriedly replied to the message, stating, "I'm heading over right now, sir. I'd also like to inform you that Madam Monroe called me just now, stating that she wants to set up a meeting with your fiancee and wants to know when you'll be returning to Dirkane."

The one who never bleeds. I thought of Morwenna, I remembered how she trembled but never bled. She never stayed weak, I remembered how pale she looked after healing, but I immediately threw the thoughts far away. Maybe mother meant what she said figuratively No way. I certainly won’t think about it “What’s her name?” I asked. “Whoever they are, please tell me.” Her face softened. “When the time is right, you would know.” I shook my head. “This is the right time mother. Everything’s falling apart.”

I faked a smile, “it was my grandmothers name. She died when my father was young.” Mona nodded, “yeah, I heard about that. My parents both died when I was young too. Didn’t know my biological dad, but my mom was really sweet. My actual name is Morana though. It actually means death or rebirth, but it’s kind of a lot to say. So I kept it short.” Apparently Mona liked to talk. Maybe I could find out more about her. That would mean I’d have to engage in small talk. Ugh, I hate small talk. Okay. I could ask about her human family.