A Villain's Kiss Tl Smith นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He flicked his tongue across the surface that his fangs had sunk on, licking all the blood from her neck, Thalia grabbed his shoulder. "What?" He asked "Kiss me, my alpha..." Todd smiled at his little mate's words. "Of course, I will kiss you and do more, but you will have to promise me, that you will not scream unless you want everyone to think that I am been an asshole." "Then you should be my asshole."

But it all felt distant to Elara now, muffled, as though she and this stranger stood inside a small bubble the rain could not quite reach. "I don't know you," she said, though it came out less certain than she meant it to. "No," he said again. "Not yet." There was something in the way he said it. Not yet. As though it were a fact already decided, a sentence already written somewhere she could not see. As though they had a future together that he alone remembered. She should have left then. Every instinct told her to turn, to walk quickly back into the crowd, to forget she had ever locked eyes with the Black Villain on a rainy street corner. She had heard the stories. She had heard what happe

The comb disappears into the dark below, toward the shimmering veil of the Forbidden Zone. I realise, with a calm that does not belong to a dying woman, that I will follow it. Liam tilts my face up to his. He does this gently, with one hand, the way you tilt a lover's face to kiss her. His blue-and-purple scales are flecked now with my blood. His silver-tipped fins catch the last of the twilight the way the comb did. He is beautiful. He has always been beautiful. I hate him with a depth I did not know I had, because I am, or I have been, a queen who kneels in the market to sing babies to sleep and who has been told all seven months of her reign that she is too soft for this throne.

Nathan’s lips curved into a playful smirk, and that expression was the final push Shaun needed. Without thinking, Shaun grabbed the front of Nathan’s shirt and smashed his lips against his. The kiss was rough, violent, and fueled entirely by anger. Shaun kissed him deliberately, teeth scraping against Nathan’s lip as a harsh sound escaped his throat. He bit him before pulling away, laughter spilling from his mouth. “How does that feel?” Shaun mocked. “Disgusting, right? You just kissed a guy. You probably feel like throwing up. That’s what you get for messing with me.”

"I want a gift too... Will you give me this casino?" Killian thrust into her savagely, taking a leisurely drag of his cigar. Through the smoke, he let out a cold scoff. "You're not worthy." "Don..." Tessa squeezed out fake tears, desperately meeting his rhythm, begging pathetically. "Please... I'll do anything for you..." Killian looked at her teary face. A wicked smirk flashed in his dark eyes. He grabbed her jaw and kissed her deeply and fiercely. "Serve me well, and I'll think about it." He panted heavily.

“You can’t just… you can’t just walk into a woman’s life and demand that she belong to you, Mr. Villareal.” “No,” he said, his gaze fixed on hers, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. “But I can try.” The tension, which had been building for months, finally snapped. He reached out and cupped her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. His touch was warm and gentle, a stark contrast to the cold exterior he usually wore. He leaned in slowly, giving her a chance to pull away, but she couldn’t. She was captivated, trapped in the orbit of his sudden, terrifying honesty. His lips met hers in a kiss that was both a question and a promise. It was hesitant and fierce, a meeting of two pe

He swallowed her gasps with his kisses. Alex slipped a finger inside of her. She tensed, and Alex froze. He pulled back, “I’m sorry. I lost control.” He made to pull his hand away, but Eddie grabbed his wrist. Her mind was a mess. Her walls were shattered by this villainous man. Her mind knew all the reasons continuing was a bad idea, but her heart and body wanted this. Wanted to erase Johannes’ fumbling. Johannes’ painful greed. Alex might be a villain, but he would never hurt his partner. He wanted to cherish her as his wife. They were married, regardless of how it happened.

The cloud of lust blocking anything and everything. The pain only heightened everything. Sadistic bastard. “ Are you being territorial by marking me?” His lifts my chin with two fingers. Looking into my eyes as I looked into his dark green black soul. “You want the other girls to know you’ve got your claws into me, Kitten ?” “Fuck you” I respond breathless. “Don’t give me ideas princess. I don’t have limits.” “Xander does it better though” He captures my lips in another torturing kiss. I lean into him so my towel won’t fall. My knees tremble and buckle.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”