Ramattra X Reader Romane & Geschichten

My thIghs pressed together, the ache between them pulsing, wet, demanding. His hand moved In slow circles, warm, coaxing. My lips parted. A soft moan escaped before I could hold it back. I leaned into it, almost whispering hIs name—though I never dared sayIit aloud. The man I wanted wasn’t the man I was marrIed to. ThIs fantasy, thIs hunger, was the only part of me Matteo hadn’t crushed. Here, In my Imagination, I could feel alive. “Ma Liane…”

Her makeup smeared sultrily, especially around her eyes and lips, as a slick film of sweat spread across her skin. Ezra knit his brows in a carnal frustration. He held her hips firmly against his as he fucked her harder through her orgasm. Slumping on him, Xanthea arched herself against him. “Fucking hell…” Xanthea’s heart pounded violently, drowning out Ezra’s words. Before I could properly take in Xanthea’s thawing expressions, Raven stood before me, obscuring them away from my vision.

He hadn't said a word since she entered. "Your name please?" I said in my alpha voice. " Layla Kiera Ruiz. " she said with the most beautiful voice I ever heard. That's when Black decided to talk. I was angry with her for having another man's scent but also drawn to her. " Kiera?" he was jumping up and down like a mad man." Mate is legendary. " he said swelling with pride

Because of his brother’s actions, Lyrien Ross’s life becomes a nightmare. She is to become the Alpha’s slave, but the man hates her and is ready to make her life a living hell. The ruthless Alpha drives Lyrien to the brink of death several times. Not being able to recognize her as his mate, and his hatred of being controlled, make him a cold, bitter, angry wolf. There is only one thing that can guarantee Lyrien’s escape: A son. But what will happen when the man she despises and has turned her life into a living hell realizes she is the woman he loves?

While she was despising them inside, Rita landed her clear eyes on her, "Do you want to bet this too? Me or Jonathan?" "Jonathan." Emma answered. Rita didn't expect that Emma would join their bet, so she paused a second hearing Emma's answer. Well, Emma really wasn't that hard to approach as she looked like. "What are you looking at? Start your acting. I'm really busy." Emma urged cold-facedly. Rita hurriedly recollected her thought and turned to Liam. She sat on his laps and handed him a love letter. "Here, the love letter that I promised you."

he asked, every bit of him concerned for his Luna, even more so after finding out what he did today. Charlotte gave him a bright smile, "I am good. Thanks." "I see you have done a lot of reading today". Matt spoke up while eyeing the books and papers sprawled on her lap. "Yeah...alpha wanted me to read about the werewolves." Her cheeks beginning to flush at the mention of Azraiel. Matt nodded his head but said nothing. He dropped his eyes down to the floor.

, 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.

of the bathroom. Raymond's mind finally cleared up after the pain faded from "wanting to die" to "barely tolerable". A cloud of frustration is suffocating him in his chest due to such a humiliating attack, but realizing what he almost did, Raymond's gratitude overcame his anger. Alpha Raymond doesn't have a mate. And even if he does, that mate certainly can't be some random girl that happened to walk into his room when he was drugged! He wouldn't have kept her as his mate.

We stayed locked like that, we are sweaty, shaking, panting, his softening length still buried to the hilt, my legs trembling, my cum-slick thighs were quivering. “What the fuck is going on here?” Damon’s voice cut through the haze like a blade. We froze, we were still joined, my breasts still exposed, his hand still cupping my dripping cunt, the unmistakable scent of sex thick in the training room air.

Rita let out a soft gasp, her hands finding his wet shoulders to steady herself. Mark's hands slid under her top, pushing the fabric up, his fingers sliding over her skin until he found her breasts. He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs rubbing over her hard nipples. "Oh... god, Mark... yes," Rita moaned, her hips rolling against his lap. Right next to them, Liam was shifting his weight. His trousers hit the floor with a soft rustle. He lifted my hips up slightly against the wall. With one heavy, slow push, his hard, veiny cock slid deep inside my wet opening.