Terry X Korvo Novels & Stories

I could see myself with him for the rest of my life. His fingers work deeper as he takes my nipple into his mouth and I moan as he gently bites down, “Ahhh, Terry,” I groan. He smirks as his mouth makes its way down to my core and licks my clit. I gasp as he fingers me and licks me at the same time, grabbing his head as I moan in pleasure. We are so in touch with one another. He knows exactly how to please me. I thought Mark was a sex god, but Terry is so much better.

Terry whispered against my neck as he planted a trail of kisses down it. " You should have, it was so good I thought I might die." I purred back as I pressed his body against mine until I could feel his member pressed up against my leg. Terry grins as he stands on his toes to kiss me. He gives me a rough hungry kiss that leaves me breathless as he grinds his member against my leg. I moaned against his lips as my hand moved to the back of his head and I ran my hand through his hair, kissing him back deeper and rougher.

My physical frame remains completely motionless on the concrete. "My beast harbors zero predatory intent, and my price will not deplete your pack resources," Terry states with absolute sincerity. My mind wavers for a brief three seconds. My eyes track his subtext; he truly lacks the scent of an active predator. My hand reaches out, yanking the door latch open to mount the rear passenger seat. Terry shifts the gears. "Specify the coordinates of your den." "The Golden Bay sector," I answer short. Terry honors the boundaries, avoiding any further mention of his dead brother's ghost; instead, his voice initiates a basic self-introduction. "My pack name is Terry Holmes. Your tongue can simply cal

Tory explain as they walk towards the guys. "Humphrey" Tory screamed out his name has they got closer to him. Humphrey was a tall handsome young man of 20 years, he had a nice caramel skin tone with pointed nose. "Tory????" Humphrey got up surprised, happy and excited to see her again. "What are you doing here??? Miss you" He asked as he grabbed her to give her a tight hug. "I school her dummy" she replies laughing still hugging him. "And who is this pretty angel with you" he asked turning to Grace standing beside Tory.

"Now let me take a good look at you. I haven't seen you for years." With intense scrutiny, Terry did some serious buffing up and he looked bad ass with his leather jacket, tight white v-neck shirt, ripped jeans and black unlaced steel-toed boots. His hair was spiked up now, instead of tousled. He was taller than he was before; around six-foot-two, his once pale skin was now tanned and what threw me off were his eyes. They had this spine-chilling glint into them. His whole demeanor screamed "dangerous" and the only thing I could say was this; The Terry that I once knew, the one I considered my brother, had changed very drastically.

Terry chided inwardly. He tried to ignore the pain that was screaming at him and said, “I didn’t expect you to come here, Mr. Kayson. I’m so sorry for the trouble. “I’m Terry Wagner, the Ether Hall’s chief.” Kayson threw him a sidelong glance but did not say anything in return. Terry felt insulted, but he dared not lash out at Kayson since the latter had killed a peak-stage grandmaster. “I’m sure there is a misunderstanding, Mr. Yarde. This isn’t a good place to talk, so why don’t we go inside first?”

"You know what? Fck you! Go to hell, Kreed!" "Emery—" "I've been holding myself back, man. But if you touch my wife right at this moment, I'm gonna land a punch on your face. Try me." Terrence's cold voice made me still. I looked at him and saw him looking at Kreed with darkened blue eyes. They're the same height and body build. Even their hair is the same. And judging their expressions, they'll really fight right here and now. I grabbed Terrence's wrist and pulled him so we could leave immediately but Kreed was so stupid.

Since Red Diamonds was our favorite club to hang out at, both me and Allie were quite familiar with Terry who just so happened to have his shift almost every time we come here. Terry, although his real name was something else but apparently he didn't like it since he thought it wasn't as cool as his personality (his words, not mine), was in his early 20s, studying photography and in his sophomore year. He had blonde hair with green eyes and a friendly air around him that made you want to talk to him. However, there were some instances when he tried to get a little too friendly with his cool suggestive innuendos that made me want to whack him upside his head. But apart from that, Terry was a

said Terry . When Eskylrious heard Iris's name he didn't pay too much attention to it but when he heard the word bride he let go of the file he was holding and looked at Terry . " What ?! " asked Eskylrious . " I understand that lady Emily and princess Iris are young girls and they are allowed to have such entertainment but , miss Kiara is your bride . It's too irresponsible for them to drag her to look at a half-naked human male ." said Terry with a serious tone .

“The other day...he whispered again, and a moan escaped my lips while his finger finally twitched on my nipples, hunger eating away at me. “The other day, I couldn't stand a marvellous beauty such as you were; I had snuck into your room to hide, but I couldn't hold myself,and neither can I now, my lady; my name's Terry, and I have to say I want you.” He added in before running his tongue behind my ear and trailing wet kisses down to my belly, his fingers plunging in and out of my lips, and I felt my wetness glide between my cunts, pulsating more with need.