Yandere X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

Her eyes darken when I bite her finger and I can smell her arousal in the air. My gaze turns predatory as my eyes zero in on her lips. I watch with the fascination of a horny 16 year-old as she bites her bottom lip and press my erection into her. Her eyes widen and her lips move to hover over mine just before I feel Xander wrap his arms around us from behind her. The three of us hiss at the sensation of the sparks flaring when we all touch each other. Arya pulls Xander and my faces close to hers. Her eyes dance between us and a beautiful smile grows across her face. “Mine.”

I purr back, my core clenching and dying to be touched or better still, fucked by him. But what about Eliza? Every time I am with him, I can’t help but think about his darling, beloved Luna. “Kieran,” A broken whimper escapes my lips, shame and burning lust warring violently inside me. “Let me go.” “Never,” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning across my trembling lips. Just then, his free hand slides down to my waist, his thick fingers digging possessively into my hips before he lifts me slightly onto my toes.

A soft trembling gasp tore from her lips and the movement of her chest increased. Xander enjoyed watching her reactions, reading every flicker of her lashes, every tremble of her soft lips. His thumb moved, grazing over her trembling lips, and it sent shivers to her core. Tatiana gripped the sheet, torn between fleeing and falling. His face inched close and the air changed, sharp with the scent of him—clean, musky, unmistakably Xander. His breath felt warm against her lips, and her lips were surprisingly more eager for his touch than she could imagine.

My full, heavy breasts are crushed against his hard, muscled chest, roughly dragging across my sensitive nipples with every forceful thrust, sending sharp, electric sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight to my core, making them harden into aching peaks that beg for more. I brace against him for any kind of support, fingers clutching the cold chains as my legs tremble uncontrollably from the force of every thrust. “Who are we to you, Lily? ”Jaxon’s voice is low and dangerous, his billionaire fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my tear-streaked face up to his cold, commanding gaze. “Say it,” Dante growls into my ear, his surgeon’s precision turned filthy, his grip bruising my hips as he sla