Romans & histoires Wuthering Waves Fanfiction

, I said to him and he left. A wave erupted in my heart as if a storm was going to come. .. . Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Wave after wave crashed through me, making me shudder and whimper, oversensitive but still rocking against him, milking every last tremor. Blake didn’t slow down, not even a fraction. He pounded through my climax, dragging it out longer, and forcing whimpers and broken sobs from my throat. My body jerked with every brutal thrust, and my nails dug deeper into his back. Pleasure edged into too much, but I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

Hot, thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside her, pulse after pulse, filling her until it leaked out around my shaft. I kept thrusting through it, riding the waves, his body shuddering with the intensity as Verek howled in satisfaction inside him too. I collapsed over her, still buried deep, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder as they both caught their breath. “Mine,” I whispered, the word echoing with the wolf’s claim. **** Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! I fully opened my eyes and realised it never really happened

His hands grip my hips, his rhythm savage and sure, each thrust forcing a choked cry from my lips. I’m lost again—completely, shamefully lost. My voice breaks with moans that sound nothing like me, and yet they are. When the second wave hits, it’s sudden and blinding. My legs shake violently, my breath catches, and the world tilts. He growls behind me, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. I don’t know when it ends or how. All I know is the collapse—the slow unraveling of muscle and thought, the heat fading into trembling exhaustion.

Ethan got me down against the stone wall and immediately pulled off his outer layer and put it around me and I didn't argue. The rain hit properly then. Not the preliminary. The real thing — heavy, cold and continuous, sheeting through the trees and drumming against the rock above us with the indifference of something enormous. The wind picked up further and I heard the forest moving around us, branches, leaves, the groan of larger things bending past the point they preferred. The fifth wave came. This one was different. Not in location — still the same low, wrapping pattern. But in intensity. I had been breathing through them, managing them.

I caught his wrist and pulled it to my lips without thinking, licking the blood away before sealing it with a quick bite. “Jude—” “Don’t argue,” I growled against his skin. “It heals faster this way.” His breath hitched, and for a heartbeat the world narrowed to just us—the taste of him, the pulse, the warmth under my fangs. His light trembled across my chest, melting through the blood and grime. Then another blast shattered the trance. “Third wave incoming!” Dante’s voice echoed from the corridor. Of course. Because things weren’t bad enough.

Gave me the courage to keep loving this broken man. Danika came with a loud wail. She unravelled and combusted all in one go. The orgasm wasn’t just in her wet sheath; it existed in every blood cell, in every breath she took, in every part of her. On and on the waves rolled, mimicking the crashing surf of the river down the palace. She cried his name repeatedly, bulking under him. His mouth found hers then, in a battle of lips. His mouth devoured hers, stealing her breath completely.

Don't let me lose. I'm still falling for you. Their movements were slow and graceful, like the gentle waves of the ocean. Their eyes never left each other, and every step felt like a promise of forever. Even Ellie was lost in his eyes. She couldn't believe she had fallen in love with the man she thought she would leave and forget everything that brought them together. The werewolf she once found selfish and wicked.

Rhiannon’s Pov~ My pussy clenched around his fingers. My thighs shook. My whole body convulsed. Wave after wave after wave. I was seeing stars. I was seeing nothing. I was seeing everything. He didn't stop. He kept licking. Kept sucking. Kept fingering me through it. Wringing every last drop out of me. I was shaking. Gasping. My hands were in his hair. When it finally stopped, when the last wave crashed and receded, I was destroyed.

It was a stark reminder of the complexity of our relationship, the intertwining of attraction and resentment. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over me—anger, longing, confusion. How could I allow myself to be drawn to him, knowing the pain he had caused? But then, I remembered the moments of tenderness, the way his touch ignited a fire within me. It was a battle between my heart and my mind, torn between the alluring pull of his wolf and the rationality that urged me to guard my heart.