Novelas y relatos de Ramattra X Reader

His eyes darkened further, and with a growl, he pushed me onto the bed, his hands ripping at the rest of his clothes until we were both naked, skin to skin, the heat between us unbearable. He didn’t waste any time, positioning himself between my legs, his eyes locking onto mine as he thrust into me with one swift, hard motion. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as he filled me completely, the pleasure overwhelming. Xavier set a brutal pace, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body, building, growing, until I thought I might shatter from the intensity. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, deeper, and I could feel the bond between us, the connection, the power of

Elara cried out as Xavier accelerated the pace, every hit reaching the deepest point that made her lose all sanity. "Ah! Xavier... more... hit me harder!" Elara screamed, her pride long evaporated, replaced by an unstoppable, raw desire. Xavier growled like a wolf, his free hand gripping her hip, lifting her so he could sink even deeper. The room was filled only with the sound of skin hitting skin and ragged breaths. Sweat drenched their bodies, making the friction feel even more intense and searing.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

A scream split through the night had us pumping our legs harder towards the direction. It was Barbara, my mate's scent was getting stronger with each step we took forwards and a second later we heard another scream which belonged to Anna. After that all I could see was red, within minutes we reached them and I pounced on the half-naked male who was crouched in front of a naked Barbara.

I stiffened as her hands enveloped my waist. “Thank you, Mark!” Rita giggled. Her rose scent filled my nostrils, and I smiled and carefully pulled her away from me. “It’s fine,” I replied bashfully. The young women in the pack cannot stop ogling at me. Rita was a delta wolf, and she was hoping that I would be her mate. Moving my right hand behind my head, I raked my short black hair. I smiled and said, “I got to go.”

Pleasure overshadowing his face. “I hate you! You're a MONSTER!” Isabelle yelled out,unable to take Rita's urging moans anymore. They ignored her. “Y-yes-sss…there! there! HARDER Alessandro… Fuck HARDER!” Rita moaned loudly, the sound of their flesh slapping against each other blended with her moans. He did pound even harder. His free hand moving to her breasts as he fondled them. “Y-yesss! FUCK ALESSANDRO! Please let me cum! Y-yess…just there…aahhhhh!”

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My fated mate,’ she says, backing her haunches into Xavier so his length glides into her heat. Xavier frees Larissa’s shoulder and lets out a primal howl, his passion clear as he relentlessly thrusts into her. Larissa joins in, her own howls mingling with him as his knot fills her. They harmonize in a symphony of pleasure as he pounds her, his knot locked within, and he bites down on her mate mark, claiming her as his own. With a surge of ecstasy, he releases his essence while savoring the taste of her sweet, intoxicating blood.

, the caller ends. "Thank you, Mia, God bless you too, now let's take our next caller, Matt", a beep sounds. "Hello Matt" "Hey Rita, actually I'm calling from London. I need your opinion on something actually" "Go ahead, I'm your girl" "I met this lady and we had sex, then we happened to meet each other and we fucked again which wasn't a coincidence, but now she acts like she doesn't want to see me again, like my touch doesn't affect her anymore, like she doesn't want me to fill her up anymore", Rita knew who exactly it was but she decided to play dumb.

The fire burned out long ago, and the room is cast in silver gray light as the sun finally begins to rise. I want to stay here forever–in this room, with my mate’s warmth penetrating my skin. Outside the door leading back into the main rooms of the inn, our reality awaits. War, unrest, death and despair. I killed Petra, sure, but I know we have more trials to face. More enemies to conquer. Ryatt stirs as that silvery, stormy morning light starts to creep up the bed. His legs are tangled in the sheets, and the soft lighting makes his scars and roping, intricate tattoos all the more incredible.