Tighnari X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

With trembling fingers, I opened his zip and pushed his trousers and brief down a little. His cock sprang free. It was long, very thick, and veiny. The head was dark and shining from precum. I gasped and took one step back. It was even bigger than I imagined Professor Hungs groaned and took an equal step towards me and made me wrap my hand around it. “That’s it babygirl. Feel how hard you make me” I snatched my hand back and held them against my chest “wait Prof. I don't think this is a good idea. I…"

I clenched my legs tightly around his hips, laid my teeth into his pec. "She's not gonna last, man," Xander said, his voice low and husky as he continued to thrust inside me. "Spin her around. I need her mouth. I'm not gonna fucking last without her," Taryk said from behind me. I could feel the happy tears build behind my eyes. The end of this burning ache was in sight. Taryk's eyes were tight, his mouth pinched when I finally got to look at him. Something inside me pushed that ache aside. I could give him this. If it would take that frown off his face, I could hold off on my own pleasure. My own release.

He kisses my cheek again, then whispers in my ear, “Say it again.” In a gasping voice, I begin saying, “I’ll do anything- “No, what you just said,” Taran growls, his grip on my hair tightening. I pause for a moment, “I’m yours.” Taran kisses my cheek. His hand holding my hair moves around my neck, “Mine.” “Yours,” I murmur as Taran squeezes my neck. Taran eases his grip as he positions himself at a better angle. My eyes roll as I feel Taran seems to find his way deeper inside me. The rougher thrusts begin. I scream as Taran’s body crashes into mine, just like the waves on the shore.

I didn't fail to notice how Liam's eyes wandered lustfully around my body. “ I, Tania Williams, reject Liam Reid as my Alpha and mate.” Ignoring the gasps from the people and the surprised look on Liam's face, I turned around, walking away with the last string of dignity left in me.

But I don't have much choice. "You're not here to have the mate bond separated, are you?" the Gaze Reader drawls, voice thick with an unintelligible accent. I swallow, but the lump in my throat goes nowhere. The Readers eyes are a foggy, purple colour, already feeling like they are drawing out my thoughts before the ritual has even started.

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.

Leaving out the rash part of being married to Felix Bailey, I told my mom everything and we had a nice time together. *** I staggered into Bailey's mansion, my shoes in my hands and full blown confidence on my face. I walked up to my so-called husband and whispered “you can’t treat me like trash and get away with it because I’m innocent”. I was walking away when I felt a grip on my arm. Gasping, I turned to see him smiling. He held my hand and dragged me by my waist bringing my face closer to his as he whispered seductively into my ears “I would love to see you try”

I wanted to be deep down her throat until not even the sounds of her moans could make it up to be aired. Tania grazed her teeth over the smooth head before sealing her lips around it and hollowing her cheeks, sucking me into her wet mouth as if she could read the thoughts infiltrating my mind. I hit the back of her throat with a growl of approval, feeling my irises shift from honey brown to the obsidian of my wolf and back. It took everything in me to let her continue and not let the beast which bristled beneath my flesh take over.