Romans & histoires Sandor Clegane X Reader

His eyes twinkled as he grinned at me, then he turned his attention to the e-reader and cleared his throat dramatically before he began to read aloud in a clear, masculine voice that carried the perfect mood and inflection for the scene. “I love you,” Celeste said simply, her damp, translucent gown fluttering against her heaving breasts. “Kill no more. I beg it.” Declan roared into the night, beating his clawed fists against his chest. Brick paused reading to look up with a frown. “How do fists have claws?” “Oh my God!” I pounded on his arm, encouraging him to keep going because I was way past that very point already. “Don’t stop there.” “Yeah, but if your hand was literally fisted, wouldn’t

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1) Nathaniel Lachlan 2) Aaron Riverwood 3) Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams 6) Mary Redferne Elizabeth Paige Flashback AGAIN... I was running late for my class. As I walked through the corridors with books in my hand I silently prayed Danika Williams and her minions were not around, even if they were, hopefully Nathaniel Lachlan was aroun

Clyde moves within my heat with a slow, torturous depth that drives every stray thought from my mind, his tongue claiming the inside of my mouth with a demanding, rhythmic cadence that matches the heavy, possessive pulse of his hips. Every stroke is a celebration of the undisputed empire we built in the blood and the fire; every low, rumbling roar that tears from his chest is an anchor that locks my volatile Southern fire beneath the protective, heavy blanket of his Northern shadow. The pup hums in response, its nascent frequency absorbing the perfect equilibrium of our power, growing stronger beneath the permanent shield of our unified bloodlines.

I growled, crouching low, "I'll rip that book out of your hands and burn it with you." "You can't even touch me, Alpha." Xander opened the Ledger. The pages began to turn on their own, a blurred storm of parchment and ink, "You see, in the new history I’m writing, you never made it to this mill. You never even left the pack house. You never even fell in love with Darius.” He slammed the book shut. Suddenly, the world around me began to blur. The sound of the saws faded into a dull hum, and the honey-coloured wood of the mill started to grey and rot before my eyes. The heat vanished, replaced by a biting, supernatural cold.

Taehyung’s POV We lay tangled in the aftermath, a wreckage of limbs and labored breaths, the air heavy with the scent of us—sweat-slicked skin, spent passion, and the faint, metallic tang of tears long dried. Clara’s head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy, absent patterns over the scars that mapped my ribs like a warrior’s chronicle. The bond hummed between us, a low, sated purr that knit our frayed edges closer, but even in this fragile peace, shadows lingered at the periphery—Lisa’s ghost, my father’s rot, the blood debt that demanded payment.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

Anna gasped lightly. "What???? I didn't say anything." Sandra shrugged, shaking her head ever so slowly. "Lord Xandros cannot like me." Anna said and Sandra halted. "Okay? He's hates me normally and now....there's someone he likes." "Is he crazy?" Sandra wasn't able to stop the words that came out and Anna's eyes widened. "Sandra." She called. "Whatever's been said been said. But is he polygamous?" "Sandra!!" "What!?"

she called back, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips. Twix folded his arms, unimpressed. “It’s called sloppy.” I suppressed a chuckle. It reminded me of how Elysia and I had moved through our early battles, unaware that someone was always watching, always learning. Across from Willow, Kyan smirked. His broad shoulders and stormlight-colored eyes mirrored his father’s, and yet, there was something in the way he moved that was uniquely him. “Try not to burn me this time,” he said. Willow’s lips curved. “No promises.”

I asked. "Well, tell me what they are about?" Hector replied as he stood up and grabbed one of the books off the nightstand. "What about this one?" he asked, holding up Alec, the Lycan King, who was my ultimate love. I took a breath as my face flushed before I began explaining the book as quickly as possible. "Umm, it's basically 50 Shades of Gray meets Twilight," I sighed as I shrugged my shoulders. Hector looked at me perplexed; it was obvious that he was not understanding what I was saying.

His finger lightly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Then his hand grazed my waist for a second so light it was barely there, but enough to make my breath catch. "Continue," he said, right in my ear. His voice was low and rough. "Read the part about edging her, tell me exactly what you feel between your legs when you say it." I kept on reading, my voice breathless. "I would edge her for hours, making her drip down her thigh while she reads my dirty words back to me. Her tight little cunt will clench around nothing, begging for my thick cock to stretch her wide."