Nick Wilde Hot Novels & Stories

I clung to the heat it brought to my throat. “Good evening, everyone!” A gravelly sound came out sexily from his lips. My heart raced deliriously. His eyes became darker than usual, as if it was sucking my soul in. I also don’t know where to pick up my heart that seems to have fallen to nowhere. “What are we waiting for? Come on, we’re upfront!” Jackilyn immediately pulled my arm. “Hey, girls . . .” Nicholas quickly grabbed my wrist to stop me. His expression was as dark as night. He didn’t even speak, but I knew what was running through his mind right now.

“It should be a crime to be this hot and wear such fitting clothes.” God! I already know he is hot. I don’t need her affirmative statements to encourage my nasty thoughts. “Seriously, tell me. What’s stopping you?” “He is a hockey player..” She spits her drink. “WHAT?” “and he is friends with West.” Her mouth goes slack. “Damn!! He is… forbidden…” “Yeah exactly.” She thinks for a while, then gives me an evil smile. I know crap is about to fall out of her mouth. “You could sleep with him… you know! Just to get back at West!”

I flinched and quickly turned around only to find Nick Wilde with his hands inside his pocket while he's wearing a marvelously tailored grey suit and tie. "Hi." He greets me with a smile. ________ SFTC: Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Nikolai hadn’t moved, his hand found my wet open slit, his fingers circling my clitoris, tapping and pinching softly. “You forget something, Milano,” he muttered, his hand sliding down my thigh. Milano smirked, “And what is that?” “No one touches what is mine,” Gunfire echoed through the room. Milano had no time to react, he had been distracted by my red core and was unaware that nikolai had pulled out his gun. It was too late, he lay on the ground, surrounded by his six allies, blood dripping from the holes the bullets had made. In all this, Nikolai hadn’t stopped fucking me, “Fuck Eden, you are driving me insane,”

Black, fierce, and dangerous, just like him. My stupid brain betrayed me again, whispering how impossibly hot it looked, how badly I wanted to trace it with my tongue. Christian caught me staring. His smirk widened, hot and cocky. “Like what you see, little tigress?” “Shut up,” I tried to sound fierce, but my eyes betrayed me again by lingering on the ink, on the ridges of his chest, and the hard lines of his stomach. My hands itched to touch him, and fuck. I hated that.

Then his eyes narrowed while gazing at her calmly “hmm... you don’t understand what you ask for” “Its just pregnancy. You simply have to do what we did last night but without protection this time. What's so hard about that?”. This time, she is all over his body giving soft love bites on his ears, the close exchange of sensual breath, her beautiful fingers which were adorned with pretty false nails repeatedly caressing his chest in seductive manner, she knew her charms were getting to him. So she continued. Jack abruptly took two steps back and away from her grip. Adjusting his suit he gave a stern look and smirk. She wasn't giving up. At least not yet so she slowly approached him while still

He lifted his face up and gave her a charming smile. "That sounds good ...I like it. Be my Hot Princess." The husky voice whispered, pulled her body against his and started kissing her hard, hot, and hungry. The two bodies helped to increase the temperature, turning the ice into the hot steam under the moonlight and stars.

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

That desirable woman who had moaned so loudly last night that he thought the other patrons of the hotel floor could hear her turned out to be a virgin? She had been such a wildcat that it made him pound inside her roughly. She had retaliated by scratching him on his back and biting him on his neck. But for a virgin to be this wild? It was like striking a jackpot for him. Virgins in Neon were as rare as a pearl in the wild. Hiding his excitement, he exited the suite, beaming silently at his finding. She would soon look him up, and it wouldn't be many days later. As he had received the funds she had transferred into his account, he had her number now. They wouldn't remain strangers.

She looked familiar to me but I really couldn't tell who she was. Bottom line is that she stood naked, holding onto the railings for support while a young man fucked her too. She has red lipstick on and her nails were painted red too. The combination clicked, suddenly reminding me of who she is. “Is that who I think it is? That's Renee Laurel” I asked, my heart in my mouth. “Yes,” Salvatore whispered slowly into my ears. “And she's doing that here? What if someone sees her? Blackmails her even?” My breathings increased and goosebumps appeared on my skin. The scene before me was definitely one I didn't expect.