Novel & Cerita Niko Oneshot

But I'm not prepared to tell him that was my first orgasm, nor am I willing to reveal my only other sexual encounter was the result of the promise ceremony with Don Densel. Three precise knocks come at the door, saving me from embarrassment. "Fuck," Niko swears under his breath. "Clean up," he instructs. "We'll finish this later." Shaking my head in an attempt to refute his statement, I managed to look like a fish out of water. He leans forward, kissing me chastely. Then he grosses me out by bringing his fingers to his mouth. Watching me, he places all three in slowly before sucking on them. I am mesmerised as he closes his eyes and laps at them.

But I wasn't bothered if Niko saw it, weirdly, I felt so comfortable and safe with him. Niko's fingers began to flip through the first pages where I had various drawings of the moon. At the time I felt obsessed with it. He had a full smile flipping through. The next page held the drawing of the most perfect pair of blue eyes. Similar to mine, but they weren't mine. I had seen it in one of my dreams. They were so perfect and unique that it felt like I was staring right into my soul.

She let the drawing book drop from her hands to the ground, as Nicole quickly picked it up to see what they contained. As soon as she looked at the drawings, she froze. In the drawing book she could see a depiction of herself and Charles having all kinds of sex. They looked extra real but they were not. Charles was an excellent tattoo artist and he could draw the most intricate artworks. This could have been called beautiful but it was taboo. He had a wild fantasy to be with Nicole, her girlfriend best friend and colleague in a sexual way. "Oh my God!", Nicole said, in shock and disbelief. "So all this time it was Nicole you wanted to be with and not me?", Angela asked, deeply hurt as she sa

Rena was two years younger than Serra but she act older than fourteen. Serra sat at her stone bed and was looking at the others in the different areas of the dome. Mira sat on the far end of the corner, near the water reservoir, the water flowing thoroughly in the stone wall. She was growing corns for their lunch and Rena was behind her, preparing fire. Niko was at the other corner. He laid in the ground, topless, and Serra could see his perfectly formed abdominal muscles that lined up on his stomach, looking solid and hard. His right arm was lifted upward, twitching, and rocks floats above him like planets encircling the sun. And Niko was there at the center doing his thing. He was naked no

Who's that guy, I don't like him, but now that I could see him, he's the same guy from the phone calls the one with blond hair and emerald green eyes, the one who was trying to start a war with papa. "Lucifer's heart," the guy says, he's the one who demanded to have me, to have lucifer's heart, me. He got off the horse and talked with Cici, letting her pet the scary horse, I only saw horses in my stories and I'm too scared to go near them. The other guy the one who welcomed us, turned to me, and he got closer to me with a smile on his face, trying to sound nice and look less scary. "Hello, I'm Nicholas," he introduces himself, and I just nod my head yes.

♞—Lorenzo Niko stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowed menacingly at the scene before him before they settled on me. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I need to talk to you," I declared. Niko's eyes flicked between the bloodied finger of his other soldier and then on me before a twisted smirk formed over his face. "Go to Dr. Raymond, he will attach your finger back," he ordered the soldier keeping his enraged eyes on me before he turned and walked back to his desk, leaving the door open.

We are going to teach you to make them dance together. He looks up at Niko. — Make her focus on you. Niko obeys immediately. He leans in, and his hand slips under the nape of my neck to support my head. His other hand moves up from my thigh to my breast, where he captures my nipple. His fingers delicately pinch the peak, already hard as a stone. The pain is sharp, precise, and spreads in a wave of guilty pleasure that sinks into the pit of my stomach. — Look at me, Eva, Niko commands, his black eyes locking onto mine. Only look at me.

“Listen to how wet she is. Library girl’s a fucking waterfall.” “I knew she would be,” Niko says, slamming into me. “Watching her at Kenzie’s in those little shorts. Watching her study with her glasses on. Thinking about bending her over whatever surface she was sitting on.” He grabs my tit and squeezes while he pounds me. “Now I’m inside her, and this cunt is squeezing me like it was made for my cock.” “It is,” I moan, and the words come out before I can stop them. “I’ve been thinking about your cock since the first time I saw you shirtless after a game.”

Lira hissed. I stared at her. “I don’t care what she did,” I said. “I care what you’re doing now.” Lira offered me a choice: Kill the Man with No Scent. Or she kills Dax. We sealed the agreement in the old way. A piece of each other’s flesh. My teeth broke her skin, I didn’t regret it. He stumbled on it in the canyon. A child-sized stone. No name. No offerings. Only the scent of moonroot and regret.

She never did with Nico. Inside, Nico was seated at his desk, papers scattered in disarray, a half-drained glass of whiskey at his side. His head was bent, dark hair falling into his face as he scribbled notes, but his eyes flicked up the moment she entered. “Noelle.” His tone was clipped. “It’s late.” “So is your obsession with working,” she countered, sliding the door shut behind her. She crossed the room, the firelight catching the sharp lines of her features, making her look every bit the mafia heiress she was born to be.