Sexy Hermione Novels & Stories

She swayed her body as she walked toward him. Alex could feel a headache approaching cause he already figured out what she was planning to do. She finally got to him and slowly began to caress his body. He sighed and thought this is what happens when you hire a sexy lady as a secretary. “Sir, don't you need my help? I can relieve you if you want. I can make you feel really good,” she tried to whisper seductively but Alex just got more and more disgusted with the way she was acting. “Get your filthy hands off me and go back to your office or I'll strip you of your job officially,” he threatened. The lady frowned thinking that why didn't he fall for her seductive acts. Why is he acting this wa

Perfect pointed nose and cute pink lips. She's curvy, not busty. She's got ass alone but lack b**bs. We're similar heightened. She looks rich. Perfectly beautified with numerous gold, diamond and silver ornaments. She smell wealth. Am guessing she's royalty. "Sorry about Julie's unfriendliness" she lean on the prisoners bed. I nod dumbfounded. So the scary female goes by Julie. Such pretty name for a scary appearance. "Anyways am hermione. The alpha's younger sister".

It’s not that I am not stronger, but I’m taken by surprise by her confidence. How can someone be sexy, assert dominance and sound cute all at once? “Why can’t you?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs temptingly. “It won’t take long.” “Xenie said.” She looks sad and blinks at me as she reaches over, brushing her fingers down my cock before she slips it back into my pants. “Keep her happy so I can come play again.” I smirk at that. “I will try, but she is a little crazy.” I tease, knowing that my Dragonette can hear me.

We could all smell her sexual arousal. The Queen's eyes were fixed on us, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sexual desires. Her whispers turned to soft moans, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm. The scent of her desire wafted through the air. I could feel the heat emanating from her, trying to draw me in, she was a siren like me, but I was stronger. My men closed in around me, their movements becoming more fluid, more seductive. The Queen's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a primal longing. I knew in that moment, that she was ours, completely entranced by the raw power of our Mayan Vampiric dance.

After an annoying and exhausting meeting, I dashed into my mansion to see nobody. There were no workers, and my parents weren't there. I thought they would be in their respective room so I strolled to my own room. I was too stunned that I was emotionless. What I see inside my room was– A girl. She had hazel siren eyes, her upper lip was thinner than her lower one, red hair which was flowing down her shoulder and she was dressed that her upper body and her lower body was revealing. Exactly like a–sexy girl.

“You’re darn hot. You’re sexy. You’re rich as fuck!” I roll my eyes in frustration. She’s listing all the wrong things. Hermione could get any rich guy she wants with all that beauty and brains. Her eyes alone could cook and bewitch any man. Just like they did to me. My gaze shifts back to Hermione as she keeps talking through the presentation slides. Diana’s voice fades into the background. She looks… happy. Like this is her favorite thing. And that smile on her face always steals my soul away. You’ve fucking stolen my soul, Hermione. And no other woman, no other fucking woman, will ever have it except you.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Hot Sexy is coming to get you? Aurelia laughed, shaking her head. 'When did you start calling him that? And no, I don't think he's hot. Stop teasing.' But even as the words left her mouth, doubt crept in. She'd seen the photo her mom sent, a quick snap of Ronan Darkmoor standing beside Selene at some fancy dinner. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to pierce right through the screen. He looked like he could command a room without saying a word, his presence radiating power. A sexy living god, as Mira would put it. But admitting that? Not a chance. Not even to her closest friend.

The feeling of satisfaction that bloomed to life in my chest was more than a little disturbing. Her mahogany brown hair was in a bun at the top of her head, exposing the planes of her face. She had the most beautiful blue eyes ever. The color so light that it appeared silver in some lighting. They looked almost translucent. Her mouth was a work of art too; plump, red mouth that was just begging to be kissed, the top slightly fuller than the bottom. If she ever tire of putting old, white, entitled, know-it-all guys in their place, she could easily make a career as a model. She was far more astounding than all the ones that threw themselves at me anyways.

Her eyes meet mine, and there’s a glint of understanding there, a shared exasperation that makes me want to laugh despite everything. Then, one of Hermes’s women, blonde, sparkly dress, voice like nails on a chalkboard, makes the bold move of trailing her hand down Hermes’s chest. I nearly gag. It’s almost too much. Dixie could take all of them in a battle of wits and sarcasm, and they’d be left picking up the pieces of their shattered egos. But they don’t know that. They don’t know her.