Angel Dust And Husk Kiss の小説・ストーリー

“Then why are you here?” “Because when I kissed you, I felt something.” She closed her eyes. “I felt it too.” Another pause. Then— “I hate you for it,” she whispered. “I hate myself more.” And then it happened again. Another kiss. But this time—slower. Angrier. Wetter. Their mouths collided like grief meeting hunger. He gripped her waist like she was an anchor. She kissed him like he was a mistake she wanted to make again. But she stopped first.

Rashka said and knelt down beside her. He held her chin softly and tilted her head up so he could have access to her lips. He murdered some words under his breath before planting a soft kiss on her lips. Rashka didn't only have the power to take lives in his kiss. He also has the power to restore. A subtle warmth spread from Rashka's lips to Reyana's, suffusing her body with a soft glow. Her chest rose and fell more steadily, and after a tense moment, her eyelids fluttered open.

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

My heart raced with anticipation as I gently cupped Natasha's face, leaning in to capture her lips in a tender, passion-filled kiss. As our lips met, a surge of bliss washed over me, igniting a spark deep within my soul. The way Natasha's arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't contain my happiness, a wide smile breaking across my face as I deepened the kiss, savoring every moment with her. Who could have thought that my worst nightmare became a reality the second I moved my face away from her? Natasha's entire body stiffened like steel. Her heartbeat even stopped pounding from her chest. I begged her to say something, to open her eyes, but she never

So the rumors were true—human intimacy really was the finest nourishment for an incubus. And the kiss itself? Unquestionably breathtaking. Except for one thing: A top-tier incubus's inner monologue was loud. 'Iris kissed me! She even kissed my horns! She kissed every single scale! She didn't stop my tail! Her mouth is so sweet… She really does have feelings for me!' Austin's tongue moved against mine, relentless and greedy, drinking in every trace of sweetness. I, on the other hand, was thinking, 'Isn't this kiss going on a little too long?'

ANGEL “Kiss me again, I’ll tear out your lips!” I hissed at Daniel, meeting his gaze head on, making sure his attention stayed on me. He let out a groan that made my skin crawl. His lips crashed against mine once more, but it wasn’t a kiss. His teeth dragged against my bottom lip. Hard. Threatening. Spreading a sting through me. “What now?” He mocked, his voice thick with pleasure. My breath held. Daddy was close to the gun now. So close.

They panted and gasped into each other's mouths in their attempts to calm themselves. Angela opened her eyes and gazed down at her beautiful mistress and smiled as she saw her flushed face and afterglow of her orgasm. She brought her hands up to tenderly caress her mistress's face as she admired the smoothness of her skin. Danielle moaned softly under her kitten's tender ministrations, enjoying the feeling of her kitten's gentle fingers ghosting over her skin. Angela bit her lower lip nervously as she breathed out, "May I lick your pussy again, mistress?"

His other hand roamed my back, tracing the curve of my spine, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. Our kiss was a tempest of passion, an unspoken promise of the depths of our connection. I poured every ounce of my longing, my need, into that kiss. When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless and trembling, his eyes were glazed with desire, his lips swollen and red from our kiss. It was only then I noticed that we were now standing in the tent. How did he get us here without me even realizing it? I rested my forehead against his, our breaths mingling as we tried to steady ourselves. “You drive me crazy, Angel,” he whispered, his voice laced with desire. Her eyes met mine, a mixture of s

HELENA’S POV It was a sweet buttery kiss, his mouth tasted like a mixture of cotton candy and scotch, it was different from the usual hardened whiskey. I was too drunk to care, I thought it was Dante so I allowed myself to lean properly into him, into his hardened torso and strong arms holding unto the curve of my waist. I closed my eyes, the wind blowing through and the scent of moss and old brick stone wafting through the air, just until my eyes fluttered open in the middle of the kiss and my eyes met with one that shone in the darkness in fury.

He pulled back long enough to allow Keanna to take a quick breath, smiling at her and then resumed the kiss, destroying her last defenses with it and sweeping them away. Keanna felt him push one finger up inside her, crooking it, looking for the little bundle of nerves he knew would finish this. And as he found it and swept his long finger over it, a final and devastating assault, Keanna jerked her hips and gave a loud cry. She began to come uncontrollably, and as her head fell down onto his chest, Haggoz suddenly cupped her face and kissed her lips—a lover’s kiss, sweet and gentle, nudging her lips open with his tongue and then biting down gently and teasingly on her lower lip. He raised on