Novel & Cerita Zuko X Reader

Maya whimpered and clutched Zoe’s shirt, holding her close as if she might disappear. The kiss grew hungry. Zoe nipped her bottom lip, teased her tongue, drew her deeper until Maya’s head spun. When Zoe finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her grin triumphant. “See?” Zoe whispered. “You’re not shy at all when you want something.” Maya flushed scarlet. “Shut up.” Zoe chuckled, picking up the glass dildo again. She traced it along Maya’s bare arm, letting the cold surface send shivers racing down her skin.

HAZEL'S POV Zander and I spent the whole morning and most of the afternoon in bed. He had the chef serve us brunch in his room. I learnt that he was a closeted romantic. He had a secret collection of romance novels, that nobody knows about... well except for me. I was sticky from all the times Zander made me cum. Was it five or maybe six times? Shit, I lost count. I literally passed out from exhaustion, only to wake up an hour later by Zander's tongue. Oh God, please help me.

ex hanging heavy in the air. He grinned down at me, that dominant glint in his eyes making my heart race. 'You want more, Zoe? You want me to fuck this tight little pussy until you can't take it?' His voice is a low growl, vibrating through me as he leans forward, his chest pressing against my bent legs, folding me almost in half.

“The bond will burn you before it binds you. You must learn to bleed on your terms.” A tremor passed through Zara’s limbs. She didn’t understand what this woman saw, but it felt like she had been peeled open and read aloud. For days, Zara had felt the strange heat in her chest, the prickle along her spine whenever Hunter passed too close, the pull that was not love but something more violent, and felt ancient.

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

He dressed leisurely, letting her eyes feast jeans hugging his ass, shirt stretching over his chest before leaning down for a bruising kiss, tongue claiming her one last time. Drop your own fantasies here, readers. Tell me in the comments: What would you do if you were Zelda right now? Begging for more? Spill your dirtiest reading experience, did this make you cum untouched? Soak your panties? Drop it below, and maybe I'll write your next obsession. With a wink, Jax sauntered out, door clicking shut, leaving Zelda alone in the sunlit bed sated, teased, and utterly craving. The air hummed with possibility. What’s your fantasy? Share it now.

Hunter asked, and the two ignored him. "What are you reading exactly? Is it romance? Action?" Edgar inquired. Joel answered after a yawn. "Sport anime, Haikyuu. I finished it." Then he yawned again. Yawn is something contagious. Just seeing him yawning made Edgar and Hunter did the same. “A werewolf reading human’s sport anime, that’s very odd,” Edgar laughed. “It will be more funny if a werewolf is reading romantic story,” Hunter added. As soon as he said that, the person standing in front of the line dropped a book.

It was very ruthless and a resolute punishment of Xiaza that she always used to traitors that have the guts to betray her and harm her. The silly zombie also gaze back at her when he notices Xia looking at himself, their gaze clashes bringing an unfamiliar and familiar electricity with each other. The gaze of the two became deep, their eyes never shifting away and the little black iris in the dull eyes of the zombie and the honeyed coloured phoenix eyes of the little girl swirled like a storm as if challenging which one has the strongest and influential gaze that can attract the two of them and will be the first to admit defeat.

I love how he can set my entire core on fire, making me beg and plead for him to finish what he started without a lick of shame tarnishing my feverish, glowing skin. As he uses his tongue to flick my erect clit, he slowly inserts a long thick finger inside me. I moan, stretching around him, opening my eyes and using my elbows to prop myself up. Peering down at him, I suck in the beautiful, erotic and sinful sight before me. Zion looks like he can do this all day, just for fun. And fuck me… I revoke my vow and feel like a foolish naive little nun for my previous declaration about me never fucking a Kindred or wanting to breed and carry their offspring.

"I know I need to get stronger, and I promise you that when we meet again, I will have this book opened." "I don't care about that, silly." He pulled me into his arms, and I buried my face in his chest. "As long as you're safe, I'm happy." "I'm doing it for myself, Damon, not for you." Looking up at him, I smiled. "I want to grow stronger and someday defeat Zulu." "She reads minds, silly. She can easily predict your next move."