Novelas y relatos de Angel Dust And Husk Kiss

she whispered aloud, her voice husky, the bond pulsing with want. Kael's hands gripped her waist, his touch electric, pulling her closer instead of pushing away. "Never," he murmured, his gravelly voice thick with desire, flipping them so he hovered above her, the grass soft beneath. "But this... this bond. It's igniting something." Their eyes locked, the world narrowing to the glade's intimacy—the brook's whisper, the distant bird calls fading. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, fierce and consuming, tongues dancing in a battle as intense as their spar. Alya's hands roamed his back, nails digging into his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal the glowing blue spiral on his chest, her fing

I Scream into the night. “Hunter. Oh my god ” “Come for me, baby.” I do just that. My mouth remains in an O as ecstasy shakes my whole being. I succumb to it and fall apart as Hunter continues his viscous thrusts. Bringing me down from my high. “I’m happy that you think I’m your God, Princess.” He lips crashes on mine. Making me taste him. My thighs quiver as I take in breaths of him. He grunts as his lips keep devouring mine.

I noticed the lust, desire and another familiar emotion flicker in his eyes before his gaze landed on my lips again. "God, this is so-" I started to cover my chest when Draven ripped them away and placed them on top of my head. One of his hand held a firm grip on my wrists while the other held my chin up to meet his eyes again. His lips met mine once again and I responded to them hungrily, allowing his fingers to trace around my body, starting from my cleavage and around the outline of my bra before going down to my stomach. I bit my bottom lip as he pulled away and felt his body tense up as he brushed his lips against my jawline and onto my ears, causing me to gasp. My whole face flushed in

He purred against my chest. “Mmmhmm.” I agreed. I rolled my hips against him; the tension that was coiling in my lower stomach burst, sending me over the edge. I was panting, Waylon was still sucking on my tits. “Holy shit.” I breathed. He chuckled. “We are just getting started, beautiful.” He pulled away and looked at me. His eyes were dark with lust, my hands went to his hair, and I dug my fingers into the soft locks. He blew a breath of air against my hard nipples, which sent a shiver down my spine. He trailed kisses down my soft stomach to the hem of the sheer panties.

But most of all, I tell him that I'm sorry he's not free to live a different life, a life free of darkness, away from the cartel. When I try to break the kiss, he stops me. His hand goes to the back of my head, cupping me. He crushes me to him, pressing his lips hard against mine, taking what I was offering and then so much more. Andres' kiss is desperate as he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. When I try to pull back again his other arm slides across the back of my shoulders and he anchors me against him, forcing me to accept his kiss. I taste his desperation mixed with dominance and rising passion. And while my body quickly responds to his demand, like in the shower, my mind rebels.

He put his palm on the wall as he moved closer to me and caged me in his strong arms, leaving me no space to escape. “Serena!” he spoke, bringing his lips close to my ear. Everything of his was intimidating including his hoarse voice. After all, he was the devil himself. “Hayden…” I couldn’t take proper breath as his fingers started to stroke my cheek. He clenched his jaw as he brought his finger close to my lips and his eyes darkened. The next thing he said scared me to the core. “I don’t understand if I should kiss you or kill you.” Though I was sure I wouldn’t die in his hands, I could not stop shivering. I looked into his tear-filled eyes which were gleaming with millions of emotions. He

"You should have woken me." "I didn't want to bother you." Alex tilted her chin up, studying her. "You're trembling." His thumb brushed her lower lip. "And your heart is racing." For a terrifying second she thought he knew. Then his mouth was on hers, demanding, claiming. The kiss tasted of scotch and desperation. He backed her against a marble pillar, one hand sliding under her hoodie to palm her breast. "Tell me what you need," he growled against her throat. *You. Truth. A way out that doesn't destroy us both.*

she breathed, her voice a plea, a question. I kissed her, slow at first, then desperate, pouring every apology, every promise into it. She kissed me back, fierce and breaking, her hands in my hair, pulling me closer. It wasn’t lust, it was survival, two people drowning and holding on. Her lips trembled against mine, tears mixing with the heat, and I felt her heart, her trust, fracturing and reforming in my arms.

They stumbled toward her bed, the fairy lights casting a soft glow over them, laughter mixing with breathless kisses as they shed the weight of distance. Ethan’s hands roamed her back, slipping under her sweater, the warmth of her skin igniting him. “You’re mine,” he murmured against her neck, his voice a low, tempting growl that sent shivers down her spine. Mira arched into him, her own hands exploring the familiar planes of his chest, the steady thump of his heart under her fingertips. “Only yours,” she whispered, her lips finding his again, the kiss deepening into something raw and electric.

"Not because of the Moon Goddess. Not because Nala wanted a mate. But because you looked at a broken, scarred slave and built a fortress around her. The moment I accepted that... the spark just shattered its cage." Silas let out a low, rough growl—a sound of pure, unadulterated possessiveness and profound relief. Before I could draw another breath, his lips crashed down onto mine. The kiss wasn't gentle, but it wasn't cruel either. It was an absolute downpour of passion, a collision of two starving souls who had finally found their harbor. The magical hum inside my chest exploded into a crescendo of pure harmony, a physical shockwave of silver-violet light rippling outward from our bodies, m