Stefan Salvatore X Reader 소설 & 이야기

I found myself lost in his gaze and equally stunned by the trust in his expression, the way he came undone by my every touch. Something in me tightened violently, a mix of hunger, and the terrifying urge to claim all of his orgasms as mine. My thumb brushed against his thigh, never breaking eye contact as I went faster, my free hand spanking his ass relentlessly. “Oh, my…” Salvatore screamed out in pleasure. “I think I’m about to come.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head. “You should remove your mouth…” I kept going, feeling his dick twitch in my mouth. “Salvatore, you really should…” he hissed as I brought him to the brink of madness, my hand going to the base of his dick and pumping h

"Darling, that's impossible. I've been with Salvatore for ten years, and I can tell you with absolute certainty that no one has managed that. Not me, not any of the other girls, not the most beautiful women in New York. His condition is permanent." "But surely there must be ways..." "There are ways to please him," she interrupted. "But they don't involve what you're thinking. The most important thing you need to understand about Salvatore is that he derives satisfaction from watching others experience intensity. The more you focus on yourself, on your own sensations and reactions, the more engaged he becomes." She leaned forward, her expression growing more instructive. "Self-stimulation, se

All he kept doing was eating every bit of flesh on the bone from tossing it down the trash can. “See that, Salvatore?” He growled, pointing at the bone he just threw. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen to Olivia." He flashed me a taunting smile. “And you’re not going to stop me.” I understood what he meant, and all the veins I had started to throb. My body vibrated with an intense desire to rip his flesh off his bones. I lunged at him, pushing him back roughly against the counter. We crashed into different things spread out, and while Rosa kept screaming, I kicked Damien hard.

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. I read the messages again. Then again. And I whispered, “Yes, yes, yes, yes…” Because Damon Thornvale was the only man alive who could send a paragraph and make me want to get on all fours in traffic. He was the only man who could make my cunt cry harder than my eyes ever did. And after tonight? After the betrayal, the heartbreak, the public humiliation? I didn’t want soft. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted to drown in him.

“Imagine how much messier it’ll be when it’s my cock splitting you open on this desk.” I moaned louder, unable to hold it back. The image of me bent over this same surface, skirt rucked up with his hand fisted in my hair while he fucked me hard enough to rattle the shelves made my walls flutter around my fingers, my thighs trembled. But even as the pleasure coiled tighter, something was wrong. The face that flashed behind my closed eyes wasn’t Lorenzo’s. It was Salvatore. Dark eyes burning into mine. His large hands spreading me open with reverence instead of ownership. His sweet voice telling me I was his only, that no one else would ever touch what belonged to him.

But the way he looks at me now feels darker. He leans forward a little. “I can’t promise you romance, Andrea. This will never be that.” His words hang in the air between us. In my old fantasies I imagined a softer man who would hold me afterward and maybe even care a little. But this is not a fantasy anymore. This is survival. I wipe my wet cheeks with the back of my hand and straighten my shoulders even though my knees want to buckle. “I know,” I say quickly, nodding hard. “I’m not looking for romance. This is the only way I can save my family, and I can’t afford to mess it up. Please… just let me stay, Mr Hale.”

I heard footsteps and it was coming closer. “Sister Raven?” The voice is gentle, sleepy and laced with concern. It’s Sister Miriam, the youngest novice, her cell just two doors down. “Are you alright? I heard…” I freeze against the wall, heart hammering so loud I’m sure she can hear it through the plaster. My shift clings to my damp skin, nipples tight, peaks scraping the fabric with every shallow breath. Between my thighs the slick heat pulses in time with the scar on my belly, that cursed little crescent that never lets me forget how alive this body still is. His text from last night keeps looping: ‘ruin… holy little cunt… forget how to pray.’ Each syllable drips lower, coating my folds un

I looked wrecked already, and he had barely touched me. “Cute, sixty million.” Damien’s gaze locked onto mine. His fingers curled inside me, stroking that spot that made my whole body tremble. I bit down on my lip again, but another whimper escaped anyway. The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of my pussy filled the room, obscene and loud. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him how much I despised him for killing everyone I loved. Instead, my hips rolled forward, chasing his fingers even as fresh tears ran down my face. The conflict tore through me, hatred so pure it burned, and beneath it an aching, shameful need that made my clit throb.

I crumple the flower in my fist , while not taking my eyes off him. “No man shall have the pleasure of getting gifts from Rosemary” I spit out in a low menacing voice. I turn to her , all I see is red. “And you ,bitch…” I grind my teeth while speaking to her. “ You are never to come here again….” I grab hold of her and throw her over my shoulder harshly , relishing in the scream of pain she screams out when her wounds hit against my shoulder. That night Xavier’s Pov Trigger warning!!!

Wrapping a towel around my chest, and one wrapping around my dripping hairs, I opened the door and steeped out, and jumped startled with a terrifying scream. "Ahh..!" Though it was dark in room and less amount of moonlight was coming through sheer curtains of my window, but I instantly recognised the muscular frame of man who was sitting on my bed, wearing a black suit. Silvio Salvatore was sitting on my bed, watching me, with his hooded gaze trained on my face. "Why so surprised? Weren't you expecting me?" He rised fluidly to his feet. "Or...you were expecting someone else?" I gasped for air, adrenaline pumping through my veins as he walked towards me, his large body moving with predatory e