Angel Bite Piercings Novels & Stories

Instead of answering, Angelina just stared at the highly expensive jewelry for a while before gesturing at her ears, wordlessly asking him to go ahead and put it on her. Rewarding her with a grateful smile through the mirror, Maxwell gently put on the earrings on her ears and it was when he was in the act of doing so that Angelina saw the tiny inscription of a dove on the earrings, making her frown a bit in confusion. Had that dove been on the earrings all this while? How come she had never noticed it when she had worn it in the past? Does that mean that the earrings are also custom-made just like the bracelet and pendant he had given her on her birthday? Knowing that this isn't the right ti

Stacy kept up a running conversation about nothing in particular to keep Angel's mind off of the little pain she was inflicting in order to stamp my name and ownership on her body. I kept one hand in hers while playing with her hair with the other; my eyes on the needle as it moved in short meticulous progress across her flesh. Three hours later we were done and my baby was sporting a brand-new tattoo right across her Mons; it said simply Colton Lyon's on top with a butterfly that covered both labia majora in the same color scheme as her angel wings. With the clit piercing in the middle it was fucking hot and my mouth watered at the sight of it. Stacy gave her a mirror to look at it and she

Elijah I’ve never really thought about stripping sensually, but with her watching, I push my pants and boxers down slowly, letting her watch as my cock bobs free from the confines the fabric. Her eyes go wide, zeroing in on the movement and the flushed hardness of my cock at the same time. “Oh wow,” she breathes. Her eyes dart between us all. “You all have piercings… down there.” I glance over, and realize she’s right. Not only do I have a Prince Albert, but Luke has a Jacob’s Ladder, and Benedict, the show off, has a Magic Cross piercing.

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.