Wuthering Waves Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

With tongue and thumb working to the same rhythm, he laps and kneads me, penetrates and massages me, drinks from me and. The wave rises within, the coming tsunami. Arching, my spine strains to meet him... And the wave breaks, and the rush takes me. I wail my release, his tongue still lapping at me, but more gently now, drawing out the moment before it becomes... ... unbearable... "Stop! Raven, Ryan. Raven."

Third Person POV She tore through the trees, leaping gracefully to avoid broken twigs, paws thudding loudly on the ground, her entire focus on the boundary line. Never before had Marissa been so grateful to be a white wolf. Her speed and agility were certainly coming in handy. She felt a flash of fury at the image of Raven’s wolf in her mind. What right did that bitch have to be granted a wolf and a white wolf at that? Hers was bigger than Marissa’s and stronger. It made her feel so enraged that she could feel her heart beating furiously in her chest. God, how she hated that bitch. She’d stolen Marissa’s fiancée, the man she loved. The man she thought she would have children with. Sure, Mari

A love that manifests all growth, a love that conquered every foreign emotion and a love that will not quiver, in time, in pain and in hard experiences in life. Ethan and I, we started in a rough path. There is too much events that made us feel the wrath to each other. We loathed each other to the point that we made mistakes but those mistakes brought us together. The wrath that we felt leaves us scars but more importantly, it leaves an important lesson. Above all, love can conquer. Wrath will fade. Sufferings will end. Fairy tale do come real. Happy ending is for everyone. Wrath… it makes us do things. But with Ethan Velasquez, my husband and the love of my life, I am willing to experience

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I succumbed to the pleasure. With a guttural groan, Zander followed suit, the intensity of his release mirrored in the frenzied rhythm of his movements. He spilled his seeds inside me, and the hot wave sent a signal of satisfaction to my heart. In the aftermath, we lay entangled in each other's arms, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths still ragged. The table upon which our passion had been ignited became a haven for our spent forms.

My wolf surged, immense and fierce, answering in a way I couldn't control. His hand slid between us and found the place that made my breath catch. He pressed there, again and again, and I arched until the wave broke me. I screamed when the first wave hit, a sound without shame. He followed me over soon after, with a low animal roar. We crashed together, two greedy, broken things collapsing into the same space. After, he kept his arms around me. His breathing was loud; my skin felt electric. The bond thrummed softer now, a steady pull like tide leaving and promising return.

A scream escaped my lips as I felt his succulent, whitish semen spread all over my pussy, making me gasp. ñ His thrusts continued for a couple more seconds, until his chest, wet with water and sweat, pressed against my back. “My wolf wants you, Hester Winters,” he murmured, leaving his warm breath on my neck. “My she-wolf wants you too,” I said in a barely audible voice.

Percy gave me a thumbs up and I nodded in response. An intense wave from the spell fell over me. It called to be filled again. Percy caught that scent and his eyes became an even deeper purple. He turned me around lifting my hips off the bed. He quickly inserted himself in me from behind. His arm was wrapped around my hips, holding them firmly in the air. It only took a few minutes until I felt Percy shoot into me again. When he did the wave died down and we were both able to rest. I really hope this ends soon. I can't take it anymore.

She longed to believe that somewhere within those waters was an answer, an end to her suffering, or at least a reason for the betrayal that had shattered her life. The waves danced in a way that reminded her of the time when her life felt more certain, when love had seemed as reliable as the tides. Back then, she had felt secure, anchored by her trust in Nestor and the world she had built around him. But now, each wave crashing on the shore seemed to mock her, like the relentless pounding of memories she wished she could forget. The sea had become a reflection of her inner turmoil, an endless cycle of hurt that surged up in her heart and then ebbed, only to surge again. It was as though the

Tears blurred my vision, but I smiled through them, resting my forehead against his. For the first time, I believed him. And under the moonlight, with his arms around me and his promise echoing in my chest, I knew this was only the beginning of the fire between us.(Naomi’s POV) Sleep had become impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard it—the rush of waves, the whisper of a voice I didn’t recognize but couldn’t resist. My wolf paced and whined inside me, restless and hungry, like she wanted to leap into the ocean and never

Every thrust pushed her forward, waves rushing up to lick at her fingers. Nico fisted her wet hair and yanked her head back, arching her spine. He leaned over her, biting the side of her neck hard enough to bruise. “You like getting fucked like an animal out here? Where anyone could walk by and see what a nasty little slut you are?” “Yes—fuck—harder,” she gasped. He gave it to her. Pounding deep and mean, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit. The ocean's waves crashed louder, cold water rushing up around their legs and washing over her arms with every wave. Salt and sweat and her own slick mixed together, dripping down her thighs.