Sylus X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

Lyra About two months ago my friend Elsie that I met years ago in Italy sent me a book, In her words a naughty little treat. So while Maddox and the other men were outside training I decided to start reading; well holly fuck. She was not wrong, I have been reading for about two hours now and haven't moved off my bed. It definitely lives up to its name A Taste of Sin. I have never slept with a Fae, but boy I am more than curious. Makes me wonder about the author, Eliza Selmer. Bet she’s a naughty girl, the thought makes me laugh.

Instead, his face is empty of remorse, eyes dark with lust, fingers digging into Liora as she moves faster. Liora smirks, meeting my gaze like she’s prayed for this moment all her life. “Well, look who’s back so early,” she says sweetly. “If it isn’t Aysel, the slave daughter.” They laugh. I feel sick instantly, tears blurring my vision. Liora tightens around him, breathless sounds spilling into the room as Sylas groans harder, and then they finish… right in front of me. “Phew,” Liora giggles, sliding off him. “That was fun.”

Xan said as he moved his head in between her legs. Xan started to lick her clit slowly and in a circular motion, driving Grace wild. “Oh, Xan, faster! Don’t stop please! Grace moaned as she felt the pressure build in her core. “Good things to that wait!” Xan chuckled as he lowered his tongue to lick her lips. He was happy at how wet she was already and how sweet she tasted. “Oh my little Phoenix, you taste so sweet; like warm honey! “ Xan moaned. “Oh, God!” Grace screamed as Xan put two fingers inside her core.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

“Oh my god… fuck… mmm, yes… that feels so good…” He rose higher, mouth moving to her breasts. He licked one nipple in slow, wet circles, then the other, then spat onto the left peak. Warm saliva ran down the soft curve of her breast. He licked it off slowly, sucked the nipple deep into his mouth until she whimpered, and spat again, coating both nipples until they shone under the library lights. Maya’s head fell back. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of her without restraint. “Ah… ah… Liam… that feels so dirty… mmm—don’t stop… please…”

"Or I hit send." I hesitated, my lips parting. The terror was there, a cold spike in my gut, but beneath it, something else stirred. A dark, forbidden thrill. I had spent my summer playing a dangerous game with Silas, but Silas was soft in his guilt. Lucas was ruthless, aggressive. I leaned forward, my breath warm against his skin. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, the taste of him sharp and salty. "That's it," Lucas groaned, his hand sliding into my hair, gripping tight. "Take it all, Amaya. Show me how good you are at this."

“Please, Sir Leon.” Sir Leon smiled with clear satisfaction. “That’s right, baby girl.” Then, with greedy delight, he suddenly added another finger. Silvana jolted violently from her position. It was too much, too many sensations all at once, and she felt as though her legs had turned to jelly. She could already feel her climax approaching. Silvana focused on Sir Leon’s thumb as it worked over her favorite spot. The way he caressed her in slow, circular motions made it impossible for her to think clearly. Her reason vanished, her mind went blank. She moaned again, her entire body trembling, her back arching deeply. She reached her peak, the most intense one she had ever experienced. It was a

Of belonging. She set the cups. Watched the steam rise. Thought about nothing in particular. The particular luxury of mornings when the mind could move without direction. She was still learning to give it that. Lyra was second. She came in with the look of someone who had slept deeply and was slightly surprised by it—the expression of a person whose body had released something overnight and had taken the opportunity to actually rest. She sat across from Sera. Accepted tea. Looked at the thirty-three pages on the table.

her smell was delicious, he could almost taste her, and he wanted to taste her, he wanted to make her scream his name as she filled his mouth with her juices while he fed on her. King Rryan's pacing slowed, his eyes fixed on the door where Syla had disappeared. He hadn't touched her yet, but the temptation was overwhelming, a constant desire in the back of his mind. He knew he had to be careful, Syla's innocence was fragile, but her innocence was not the problem.

Lucas said whilst pointing at Arya who in turn had a confused expression on her face as her lips twisted to form a frown. “I'm sorry but, who are you?” Arya asked. “I'm the one Ryker sent to help in your little...delima.” He finished with an odd smile. Lucas was what one would describe as a gym freak. A hot gym freak. He looked to be about the same age as Ryker, maybe older. With his dashing hair and fair skin, he wore a casual black and white suit with an earpiece on his left ear. With every step he took, his muscles bulged, and his odd smile remained the same.