Yelena Belova X Reader Novels & Stories

She removed her hand from my head for a few moments, and as she returned it there, I felt something landing softly on the floor beside me. Too engrossed in pleasing her with my mouth, I moved my free hand up her body to investigate. Just like I thought, her bra was no longer over her breasts. I grabbed one of them, finding her nipples and squeezing them between my fingers. Eliana could hardly stay still but it wasn’t like I wanted her to. I liked how much pleasure I was giving her with my hands and mouth and it made my cock jealous that it wasn’t involved in the action. “Derrick. Please, take me,” Eliana pleaded over a whimper.

I blew on it, taking my time, savoring the way she was trying so hard to act unaffected. She shook her head, turning away, but I wasn’t done. “You’re really gonna leave me here?” I asked, leaning back in the chair. She raised a brow, “Yes. I need sleep, Kael. When you’re done, lock the door behind you. Goodnight.” ELARA'S POV As the cold water dripped down my body, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The exhaustion from the day melted away. I couldn’t believe how insatiable Kael was when it came to sex.

"We want a woman who knows how to ignite a home, raise strong children, and meet the intensity each of us carries when night falls. We’re not just looking for companionship. We want someone who can surrender without fear—when desire demands more than just—" "Mr. Yakovlev, excuse me," Natalia interrupted. Her voice was firm, composed, but sharp. I had never seen anyone cut Pavel off like that. And certainly not so elegantly. "I believe I understand your expectations quite clearly. And frankly, I don’t believe I’m capable of meeting them." Her tone wasn’t aggressive—but there was something in her gaze I couldn’t quite read.

His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing a smudge of soot off my skin, gentle enough to undo every defense I had left. "I know," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips before it found my eyes again. "You're a menace, Elena. A stubborn, impossible, terrifying menace." "And you're bleeding on my boots again," I whispered, not pulling away from his touch. My skin burned under his palm, the old mate bond humming under my skin, screaming at me to lean into him.

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

And for the first time since I had known him, in the lecture hall, his office, his kitchen, his hallway, I watched Adrian Cole go completely still. Not his controlled stillness. Something older than that. Something that lived in the body before the mind had time to manage it. “Vivienne,” he said. One word. Her name. Flat and contained and costing him something I could see even if I could not name it. Her eyes came to me. “You must be Elena,” she said. Like she already knew. Like she had known before she crossed the room. “Yes,” I said. She extended her hand. Her grip was light. Her fingers were cool.

I didn't know but I felt that way and gosh it felt so damn good to feel overly wanted. I looked up into his eyes, and my eyes met a pair of red eyes, Red? I clench my eyes tightly as a wave of pleasure rock through me, making me shudder as I scream out. "Jason!" Jason froze above me, yet his tip shot his warm c*m in me while I squirm and shiver as I come undone under him. I am still riding the after shocks of my pleasure when Jason's groggy voice spoke above me . "Elena?" It wasn't my boyfriend Jason's, but my best friend Asher's voice.

Gabriella asked as she helped Elena up to the seat before pouring her a glass of water. Elena drank the water and smiled, " it's nothing darling. I just fell and hurt my knee. That's why I was crying" she lied. " Come, I'll help you get up" Gabriella said as she helped Elena up. CENTENARY ANNIVERSARY....... Nikita stared at Elena with hatred in her eyes as she watched as Elena arranged everything with ease and elegance. " So this is the woman who thinks she can take everything away from me? I'll never let it happen because today is going to be your last day on this earth " she said before snapping her fingers and a man who was clad in a suit appeared.

Her heart jumped. She didn’t answer. The phone buzzed again. Then a message appeared. You chose wrong. Her blood went cold. She sat up slowly, not waking Alec, and typed back with shaking fingers. Who is this? The reply came instantly. Someone who knows how wars really end. Elena deleted the message, chest heaving. Outside, the street was quiet. Too quiet. She slid back under the covers and pressed her face into Alec’s shoulder, breathing him in like armor. Far away, Adrian Volkov stood in a dark room, staring at a blinking screen.

“You’ll take care of them yourself, Lenochka! You’re not dying!” “Liars go to hell, Evelina,” she smiled, her eyes growing hazy. “And one more thing. Ya. Yamelyan. He’s a fool. He has flaws the size of the Kremlin. But he loves you in a way that makes me sick with envy. Reunite with him. Make me the happiest person in the grave by letting that man be happy for once. He’s earned it.” Her hand went limp in mine. Her chest gave one final, stuttering heave, and then… silence.