Angel Dust And Husk Kiss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he growled huskily. "You're insatiable, aren't you?" Azazel asked, without wasting another second, he drove his cock into the angel roughly, taking him completely apart and filling him up thoroughly. Azazel thrust in and out, his movements powerful and demanding. He leaned down to capture his angel's lips in a heated kiss, his tongue dancing along Azrael's lips, eliciting moans and whimpers from him. Azazel loved the way he cried his name. He basked in the scent of blood he could smell coming from the nails digging into his back, and he reciprocated by burning his fangs into the neck of his lover while his thrust grew impatient, his cock bulged, stretching his angel's inside. The sound of il

(Angela) I moved my finger again, and send her to another pleasure land, her inner walls were clamping on my finger so hard that I thought that my finger bones would broken, after letting out gushing fountains of cum, Angela eyes were cloudy again, panting out of breath, her eyes lock at my lips, and eagerly she sealed it with hers. I released my hold over her and grabbed her generous plump ass, pulling her body on to mine as we tongue wrestled and tasted each other saliva. Our deep and sloppy kiss made us high with euphoria, I bite her lower lips and pulled it, as she let outs a painful moan, then she sucked on my tongue like a savage vacuums. We enjoyed our sinful kiss to the fullest and o

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.

A chance to be seen not as Anna, the fat and rusty Luna that had been thrown out by her so-called husband, but as Noelle, who had been saved by the million-year-old demon known to create and destroy peace based on his mood. He walked into the room, his hair now dreadlocked in such a way that it covered his dark eyes. I could see the red earrings that made his black cargo look so cool. If I didn't know any better, he looked like a model on one of those hot wolves magazines. With the dark-framed eyeglasses and the lens, I just knew he had a hidden agenda. "You're coming with me."

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

I deepen the kiss, my tongue brushing against hers softly. I can still taste the whiskey on her breath, and mixed with the taste of her, it makes for my new favorite drink. My hand slides from her cheek and curls in the strands of her brown, silky hair, and I tighten my grip on it. The pressure on her scalp makes her moan into my mouth, and I smirk into the kiss before deepening it. Letting my tongue brush up against hers. And with a gentle hold on her hair, I am able to keep her where I want her while I kiss her.

If the moon could talk, it would probably tell me how I looked so pathetic right now. I shifted to a fetal position as I wept again. This time my cries were silent. The coldness of the wind and the harsh splashes of waves reached me, but I didn't care anymore. Closing my eyes, I wished my soul to be frozen by the coldness until I felt like drifting to oblivion.

Harry kept singing until he descended the stage and defied Arosh. Arosh saw the men's shoes before her, she gradually turned upward and saw Harry before her. Harry gradually removes his shades before Arosh while singing. She out of nowhere felt anxious to see Harry's eyes gazing at her and he unexpectedly move near her and contacted the rear of her head and he delicately kissed her. Arosh's eyes augmented as Harry kissed her before such countless individuals. She felt that her pulse was quick to such an extent that it nearly emerged from her chest. She could smell Harry's fragrant breath and felt its delicate lips all the rage.

I lost myself in his kiss. “You’ll get the only copy,” he whispered. “This is ours and ours alone. No one can ever take this from us. This is our secret, one only we share.” His breath tickled my ear and made a heat surge between my thighs. I wondered how he could make my body react so quickly without even trying. His chest was strong beneath me and I could feel something hardening against my hip. I couldn’t wait to get him back to the hotel room. “We should head back and start our honeymoon,” I whispered, pushing my hips against his. His hand tightened on my back and I wished I could have him right there on the sand.

He whispered something, but she couldn’t hear it—her mind went blank as the warmth of his lips spread over hers. His lips moved gently at first, and soon she began to respond, her pace slowly matching his. Heat rose within her as her hands gripped his white shirt, her eyes half-closed, lost in a feeling she had never experienced before. As soon as Icarus pulled away, Isaias captured her lips without hesitation. His kiss was intense—unlike Icarus’s soft and comforting one, it carried a sense of dominance. While Isaias held her in the kiss, Icarus pressed a lingering kiss against her neck, making Amethysta shiver under their touch.