Tighnari X Reader 소설 & 이야기

My womanhood throbbed with scandalous need, slick coating my thighs despite the chains and the hatred burning in my heart. Tariq suddenly withdrew from my mouth with a watery sound. I gasped for breath, coughing. Before I could recover, he moved down my body like a ravening beast and buried his face between my spread thighs. A piercing scream erupted from my throat as his hot tongue dragged through my soaked womanhood. He licked and sucked with ferocious hunger, devouring every drop of my arousal. When his tongue found the sensitive nub of my womanhood, he sucked it hard, then pushed a finger deep inside my tight channel.

He tried to escort her to the corner of the room as well, but she resisted his tug and refused to move. “I am not afraid of these creatures,” she spat. “I have lived amongst them for too long.” Tatyana looked fearlessly into Fane’s blazing eyes. “You repulse me and I will not be your wife or anything else to you.” Fane threw his head back and roared with laughter. “The girl has got spunk!” he said with pleasure. “It is one of the many qualities I find so endearing in her.” Although amused, Dragomir grew bored with this confrontation. His need to feed was getting stronger and there stood before him fresh human blood that hadn’t been tainted by Wadim’s mutation process.

Gently, he brushed his lips across her, sending a spark of desire flashing down her spine. Arching her back, she pressed into him, instinctively parting her lips, ready for his tongue to enter her mouth. But his lips played against hers, sending more flickers of heat racing through her, stoking the fire of her need for another tiger. For him. “Roman.” She whispered his name against his mouth, half unconsciously. His arm tightened around her waist and she molded her body to his as he grew hotter against her. And still, his mouth only danced lightly with hers. With a moan, she threaded her hands through his hair and pulled his lips tight to her, entering his mouth with her tongue, aggressive i

“You often tie your lovers to chairs?” “You’re not my lover,” I reply. Instead of having some kind of snarky reply to that, T shifts his focus over to the reason why I have him pinned down to this chair. A Gaze Reader. That same Gaze Reader who refused to tell me why T came up in my gaze, and who he is.

His grayish eyes pierced all the way to my bones and gave me shivers, his black tuxedo brought out his broad shoulders and it brought back memories from that night and more shivers went down my body and his smile gave me butterflies in my stomach. Can’t you wait, he’ll be yours in a few minutes, I heard a voice tell me as I stood there picturing different scenarios with him. ‘Whatever’ I giggled at my thoughts. “Will you, Dana Joseker, take Felix Bailey to be your husband in sickness and in health and riches and poorer?” The priest asked “I DO” I said with a grin on my face “Will you, Felix Bailey,take Dana Joseker to be your husband in sickness and in health and riches and poorer?” The pri

she breathed. My lips split into a grin when I heard her heart kick start into an unnatural rhythm, "I'm not doing anything you don't like my beautiful darkling." "What if I told you to stop?" Tania's breathing was getting heavier and I could scent her arousal. "Then I'd stop."

Zara's POV My walking feet came to a standstill and my eyes darted on the photo Tania posted. It was Tania’s smiling picture with a hickey mark carved on her neck, captioned ‘FOUND MY SOULMATE! Can't wait to open up our beautiful relationship in front of the world.’ I looked away from the phone to see the full-length mirror, my hand running on my neck. My eyes blurred with tears when I saw Xander's bite mark on the skin of my neck. Her hickey resembled so much with the one on my neck given by Xander.

I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale. While fiction, the essence of Tara Lyle, the main character in this book, mirrors strength as resonant as the very essence of the narrative. I invite you to accompany her until the publication of Tara Lyle Book 2, "At Willete's Mercy," where the saga continues to weave its captivating narrative.

He ignored the shocked glances they spared him. Tara arched a confusing brow between Rico and the female. The Rico she knew was calm, calculative yet ruthless and a no-nonsense man; a man who valued punctuality above proficiency. She smiled to herself when realisation dawned on her—Tiana was his true mate, though he refused to admit it he couldn’t stay away from her and she vowed silently to play match-maker.