Writer Wilde นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked, can’t help but giggle. “You’re so cute when you talk about ‘wild werewolf sex stuff’ while looking so innocent like that.” He remarked, quoting my stupid words. “It’s not a joke! I’m being serious.” I defend, hitting his chest. “You have no idea how much i want to be inside of you.” He suddenly said, his smile slowly disappear, replaced by the hungry gaze. “Having you satisfy me in ways i cannot describe, so don’t ever feel insecure about any of that.” He added as he pressed his lips on the nape of my neck, where the mark is.

she said, lightly slapping the young man's thigh. Andrew's smile widened as she did so. "I really can't stand it. To tell you the truth, you know what I was before I met you, don't you? I have to admit that to you as the woman I will marry and the mother of all my future children," the young man said passionately, and then he took her hand and kissed it. "Admit what?" Lana's chest started to pound rapidly because of that. "Listen, I admitted then that I was a womanizer. Maybe if I just admitted to others who I really was before we met again, before I knew it, I no longer have my career. Because I am the opposite of the man, they think I am," the young man admitted.

He faked clearing his throat and coughed to let his chuckles go without being obvious. Bianca was disappointed to know about his deal. But she did not doubt his words to be lies. She can tell he is sort of a pussy magnate. Nikita was one proof. That girl was a blonde bombshell with her body figure and face, although a lot shorter than Bianca. And with the way they wrestle in bed all night during weekends, Bianca can tell Asher is a beast with his endurance, and maybe, just maybe, as she cannot be sure, he is a beast in his skills in bed as well.

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

“…just an experience. And I let myself believe it meant something.” Zoe sat beside me on the bed, rubbing my back. “Maya, maybe it did mean something.” “Right. Because billionaire heirs fall for broke scholarship girls all the time.” Her head snapped toward me. “Wait. Billionaire heir? Maya… who exactly did you sleep with?” “I don’t know his last name. Just Alex. Tall, dark hair, perfect suit, haunted eyes, definitely rich.” Her face paled. “Describe him more.” I closed my eyes, his image sharp in my mind. “Sharp jaw, like he was carved out of stone. Dark eyes that see too much. This smile that makes you forget to breathe.”

I was about to go to the bathroom when I saw Xavier just sitting on the edge of my bed with his shoulders slumped forward. Now that I thought about it, the way Kyle described this man before made it look like he was the scary type of person. However, just last night, he sounded like a damn pervert while talking to Viola. And now… As he sat there as he looked up to me with those puppy eyes seemingly waiting for any commands from me, it felt more like he was a dog awaiting its master’s orders. For someone taller than 6 feet with a defined body build, this side of him just did not match with his physical appearance.

The air in the small room was suddenly too hot, thick with the leftover scent of her own perfume and the lime from the tequila shots. A deeper thrust followed, and then Lena heard it. A breathless, high-pitched female whimper. He wasn't alone. The realization hit her like a physical blow to the stomach. She knew he had women. He was Caleb Maddox. He could have anyone he wanted with a single look. But hearing it was different. Hearing the way he sounded when he was inside someone else made Lena’s vision blur. Her hand drifted under the sheet, resting on her stomach as she stared at the dark ceiling.

Colin chuckled softly, but it was a sarcastic smile. "Hansel Saddler, aren't you the one who's faking your symptoms? Since you can't make sense of Melissa's patient records, let me walk you through it. "She suffered from severe depression after her miscarriage five years ago. Have you noticed the scars on her wrist and her neck? Do you have any idea how much suffering she's been through? "However, she refused to be warded because she needed to look after you. Every smile she put on for you hurt her more.

“Jas anyone ever told you you're brutal when you dish out advice.” I joined him and began laughing also, “At least it works.” We talked for what felt like hours. Completely unaware that we were being watched. **** Wilder sat in his car somewhere out of sight, his camera flashing quietly as he took pictures of them in the park. They looked like a very sweet couple having the time of their life. He brought out his phone and dialed Vivian. “What do you have for me, Wilder?” she asked. “Your fiancé is with his very beautiful secretary.”

Willow Warma was known to be a well-behaved lady in the circle of socialites. The wildest thing she had ever done was dating her brother’s rival behind his back for three years and letting him take intimate videos of her. At present, she was naked in a Maybach, while he was still dressed properly. He even had a phone beside him. “Andrew…” she whispered softly. “Could you… stop filming?” Andrew Sullivan, her boyfriend, froze for a moment before he chuckled. He looked up, and her image reflected in his eyes. With a doting but teasing look, he said, “What’s wrong? Feeling shy?