Zade And Adeline Fanart Spicy の小説・ストーリー

"Pulling those strings that hold your bikini together. Watching it fall away. Seeing all of you, bare and wet and wanting." Heat pooled between my thighs. My hands gripped the arms of my chair. "I was thinking about laying you out on one of those lounge chairs," Zade's voice was getting rougher now, darker. "Spreading your legs. Kneeling between them. Tasting every inch of your skin—your neck, your breasts, your stomach. Working my way down until I'm between your thighs." Oh God.

I’m her best friend after all JULES: Me too. Like if they weren’t siblings I’d vouch for them being together. MARKIE: [To Jules] I like you already. JULES: [To Markie] Thanks but I’m already taken too. MARKIE: Okay but Adeline is totally my type. ADELINE: We are studying together. It’s already late and I’m sleepy so catch you guys in the morning. And Markie, no flirting with my girls. Adeline releases a long breath and I lean over, my brows furrowing.

"Nice to meet you, Lady Selesta." "Welcome, Death's boy. What would you like to have?" Lady Selesta replied straight to the point. "Something spicy, like chicken pepper sauce?" Adeline replied. "Same thing for all of us," Nikolai supported. "Got you," the lady turned, leaving to get it ready. "She's too serious," Adeline made faces. Jinx laughed. "She's always this way" Adeline turned back to look at her again, but then she saw her talking with someone, and that someone is none other than Malik!

My body trembled, slick with sweat and arousal, every nerve ending on fire from the prolonged torment. He ripped the tape off roughly, the adhesive tearing at my sensitive skin, leaving my clit throbbing and achingly empty without the pressure. 'No!' I whined, my voice breaking into a pathetic plea, the sudden void making me clench around nothing. Zade laughed, a low, predatory sound that echoed off the glass walls overlooking the dystopian cityscape below—towering spires lit by flickering neon, a world of shadows and control. He tossed the egg-shaped toy aside carelessly, watching it roll under the desk.

Adele wanted to wear it for Zia but she moved away holding her father which made her frown. “Honey, let me wear.. “Daddy will wear it for me,” Zia said making Adele frown. She looked at Harden who smiled at her and wore one for Zia then he carried her while they walked into the crowd with two bodyguards following them from behind. “ I want ice cream” She pointed at a van that the family walked to and Adele bought three because Harden said he didn’t want any. Adele collects one for Zayn who collects it, and she collects one for Zia but she refuses to collect it from Adele.

Adel. *****

The pace of the kiss increased as Jaden led her to the bed. They kissed for several moments before breaking apart for air. Lying side by side and staring passionately at each other, Jaden reached for Clara's zipline at the back of her sequin dress. His eyes never left hers as he pulled down the single strap from her shoulders. Clara had only worn a lightweight bra under the heavy sequin dress. "I like what I'm seeing," Jaden whispered, his eyes on her perfect round boobs; while Clara's lips let out a cute smile. The room fell silent with only the sound of slow music and their heavy breath. "Can I?" Jaden asked and Clara nodded.

Zadie whimpered as I teased her nipples and moved one of my hands to tease her clitoris as well. “Please. Ay-Ayden!” Zadie screamed when I bit her nipple and pinched her clit simultaneously. “What do you want now?” I growled, inserting the fingers that were once in her pussy into her mouth as I released her breasts. Her hands remained pinned and she gave my fingers a good suck, moaning and staring deep into my soul. “Make me your woman, Ayden.” Zadie whispered after I took my fingers out of her mouth. She lifted her knee slowly and rubbed it gently against my erection as she added, “Make me your branded woman... Mark your territory.”

--- Two Hours Later The storm had passed, leaving the world drenched and shimmering under the pale kiss of moonlight. In the aftermath of their tempest, the room was a battlefield of discarded clothes and shattered boundaries. Zaya lay tangled in the sheets, her body still trembling from the inferno Adrian had unleashed. Her lips were swollen, her skin marked by his kisses—a map of surrender and sin.