Angel Dust And Husk Kiss Novels & Stories

He whispered, he leaned in, and he brushed his lips against mine. Fuck.

Her fingers tangled into my hair, gripping it with a fierce, possessive desperation as she pulled my mouth down to hers. Our lips met in a deep, bruising kiss that tasted of whiskey and smoke. I moved inside her with a heavy, unyielding rhythm, each impact slow and resonant, filling the quiet cottage with the wet, friction-filled sound of our joined skin. Ciara tilted her hips upward to meet every stroke, her internal muscles gripping me with an intense, suffocating tightness that drove the air from my lungs.

SIERRA Asher's eyes that glittered mischievously while he teased Jace and Angeline a while ago was now clouded my intense hunger and yearning as my skin pressed against his. He was gazing down at my lips like he'd crash his against them soon and the moment he made that command “Kiss me,” my brain stopped working. I stood on my tippy toes and craned my neck to softly place my lips on his and they met mine with a welcoming warmth.

“You’re angry.” “What?” I frown. “No, I’m confused. Why would you bring me biscuits because you think I’m angry?” “You eat when you’re not happy,” he says, as casually as if he’s stating the weather. And I freeze. Even I only recently noticed that about myself… and he saw it in less than a week? I swallow my shock, keeping my face unreadable. “What makes you think I’m angry?” I whisper. “You left the table,” he replies. “And you’re still awake at two in the morning. Which you probably didn’t notice because your mind’s been running back and forth.”

Her eyelids fluttered open to find herself mere inches from Henry Wynthorne’s sleeping face, his dark lashes casting shadows across his cheekbones in the pale light. Her breath caught in her throat. Sometime during the night, they had gravitated toward each other like planets pulled by invisible forces, and now she could count the faint freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose, could see the slight part of his lips as he breathed. The urge to close that small distance, to press her mouth to his, struck her with such fierce intensity that she had to dig her fingernails into her palms to anchor herself to reality. Get up. Move. Before you do something irreversibly foolish.

But apparently he had already seen me because he was shouting across the gas station, "You're the gir from yesterdayl!" Luckily no one else was there. Embarrassed, I covered my face with my hand. "Really great welcome!" I said sarcastically and stepped to the cash register. "Yes, I would have called your name, but unfortunately I don't know it." Now he looked at me with puppy eyes, as if to say: Can you please tell me your name? "My name is Morgan and you are?" I gave in. "Blake." He smiled and then looked away, embarrassed. "Um, oh yes, sorry that I just kissed you like that yesterday. It was kind of an impulse reaction," he tried to justify himself.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

he whispered, my name a plea, a promise. I didn’t need words to answer. I cupped his face, pulling him back to me, and this time the kiss was all hunger and need. The kiss began gently, but it didn’t stay that way for long. The hunger between us, suppressed for so long, ignited like a spark catching fire. Asher’s lips claimed mine with a fervent need, his hands sliding down my back to pull me closer. My fingers threaded through his hair, tugging slightly, drawing a low growl from his throat that sent a shiver through me.

The faster she did it, the more arousal she received. “Gosh!” He gasped in much shock as the girl was turning out to be a tigress in this. “Ohh my God! You are doing amazing Hazel!!” He looked at her with an intense amount of passion as she had completely brown away Ethan’s mind. He held the girl’s neck and pulled her closer to his body planting deep and passionate kiss on her lips. He started to lick her lips with his tongue and the girl also let out her tongue while they started to kiss each other and taste each other’s mouth. The girl yet started to move to and fro and finally she came beautifully as if almost having convulsions. “Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!”

My hips involuntarily rise to meet his own as we find a rhythm together while our lips are still locked on one another. Breaking away from the kiss I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closely. Erebus takes the opportunity to nip and lick at his marking on my neck that is now a fully healed silver moon. Thrusting my hips harder into his own, I whisper into his ear, “I’m ready.”