Rosalina R34 Novels & Stories

I’m not here to match. I’m here to conquer. Rosalina steps forward and latches onto my hand with both of hers, like we’re old friends and not predator and prey. “I must say, thank you again for letting me be part of the event,” she chirps, eyes wide with false gratitude. “I can’t believe I get to wear such nice clothes and watch the party from here. It’s all so magical.” Her voice is syrupy sweet, too polished to be sincere—like honey poured over something rotting underneath.

asked Garry while speeding up his fingers as he started to circle the small tip faster. "Uh-huh..." Rosalina nodded, admitting the truth even if it embarrassed her to do so. Garry beamed with satisfaction as he retracted his hand and grabbed the edge of the slit, pulling the fabric roughly apart to reveal the snowy white flesh adorned by voluptuous breasts. With beads of sweat that were glistening under the effulgence of the moon, it made the sight of a half-naked Rosalina lechery to Garry's eyes.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

She wore a pink tank top that hardly looked like a top as her breasts were barely clad in it , Rosalie was certain , a tug and the top would end up torn with a matching studded handbag and a skirt that smaller than a handkerchief . " I will get straight to the point" said the woman smacking her glossy lips together . " That would be excellent " said Rosalie with an arched brow " Names Layla " said Layla as she turned to look at Aiden's direction and flashed him a smile , Rosalie's wolf's raised her hackles but Rosalie's concentration was more on the way Aiden winced when Layla smiled at him , Great , Just what she wanted another confrontation with her husband's whore .

She rubbed her feet on the mattress while Xavier continued his ministrations. Rosaline screamed when Xavier slide his third finger and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. His eyes watched her proudly while Rosaline shamelessly moaned his name and rode his fingers. This was the most erotic scenes he had ever witness in his life. Biting his lower lip, he abruptly increased his pace.

I bent down to pick one of them up and flipped it over to see three beautiful faces. Daniel, the one holding the camera, had his eyes crossed and wore a goofy grin on his face. His cheek was pressed against Jai's, who was smirking as if he hadn't intended to smile for the picture but cracked at the last moment. I could easily imagine that Daniel had said something funny that made him smile. Priya was leaning into the picture on the other side of Jai, flashing dazzling white teeth with a photogenic smile. I laughed at the picture and looked at the note in my hands to read what was written. It's a good thing Priya's cyber-smart-ass stalks your mom on

fragrance line. I stood in the spotlight, wearing a backless silver gown. I was no longer just the jilted Luna. I was Elara, the genius Perfumer celebrated across the continent, an idol to countless young she-wolves. My scents could not only soothe an Alpha’s rage but also heal the souls of those shattered by the loss of a Mate.

Irina's POV I swung my legs over the side of the bed to check what was happening. Lindsey stood in the corridor, flanked by two of her ever-present attendants. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her face was flushed with anger. “Where is my dress?” She yelled at the maids. “We’re searching Luna.” Mrs. Rose said. I saw some people moving towards my room. They brought in a beautiful dress, pale blue silk with delicate embroidery along the bodice. One of the dresses I had washed for her yesterday.

she gasped against my mouth as I hooked my fingers into the lace. "I told you what I wanted to do to this expensive underwear, Rosalina," I murmured against her skin, kissing my way down her neck to her chest. "I want to rip it off you." "Then do it," she whispered, her voice full of pure desire. With one quick pull, the delicate black lace ripped apart in my hands, exposing her beautiful breasts to the warm light of the lamp. I took one tight, pink nipple into my mouth, sucking on it deeply while my hand slid down between her thighs.