Angel Kissing Devil Novels & Stories

I removed my shirt and settled on here. “ I won't be gentle” I whispered on her lips, my voice laced with anger. I kissed her hard, making her cry in my mouth. I drank her lower rims, biting, absorbing. I sucked her tongue, playing with it. My fingers rolled her nipples. She was laying beneath me, letting me do whatever I preferred.

The trading of tongue was passionate and confusingly soothing, in contrast with the woman's usually rough personality. This was no action to calm their libidos; it was an almost innocent way to seal the agreement they'd silently made. Or maybe he was the only one who saw it that way. His breathing rate doubled when he felt teeth bite his lower lip and hands ruffle with his hair. That made him break the contact to look at her with a frown; a confused, helpless frown displaying desire in his eyes. It was time to steal that control she had before now. This time, he pushed her gently so her back laid upon the grass, and she hadn't blinked once before his lips stole hers again, exploring, seizing

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

They all look pale and exhausted on the corner of their lips is a blood stain. All thanks to the brave stance each of them took trying to suppress the king's beast that has become feral since two full days. The night after he visited the DeHaven maid's room. king Xerxes ended up making another visit to the prince’s room. Unfortunately or fortunately for him,he was not disappointed because the prince possesses the kiss of the devil's star on his nape. A mark that could only be found on his soulmate.

“ Who's she? ” He didn’t look at me right at all. His head tilted slightly, a slow exhale leaving his lips and his chair creaked as he moved away from it, moving with that infuriating calm that made my chest strain. “ Curiosity, ” he said, voice low and smooth, “ is what gets angels killed, Yvette. ” The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't because I was scared that he had caught me yet again, spying on him but because his eyes, his voice did something to me which I couldn't resist, holding me in place like a magnet.

His mouth was ruined—raw, messy, full of everything unsanitary and dangerous—and yet Angel kissed him back—with wild abandon. Matching his pace. “...Can taste myself,” the demon murmured. Angel whimpered into the kiss, closing his eyes. ‘Dear God, Saints and Saintess,’ he thought while he was still coherent, ‘I'm kissing a man who says things like that.’ The man gripped his waist, pulled them flush together like he wanted to merge atoms. Angel’s arms went to the devil’s neck. For anchor. Or survival. Then the kisses drifted down his throat. His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them.

I smirk at seeing her picture on my phone. She looks gorgeous in this type of dress. I got this picture of her from one of my informers. She is some marriage function. Wherever she is, my shadow will follow her. She is this devil’s angel. How can I leave her just like that? It’s her mistake to come in front of me. Now that I have seen her, I will surely claim what is mine. This is devil trap my angel. You can’t escape this. You have no idea what you’re doing to me. Soon Angel.

he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, “we play our own game.” He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist, pressing her flush against his hard body. The trophy, still clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor, forgotten. The scent of her perfume, ‘Rebecca,’ mingled with his cologne, a volatile, intoxicating blend. His lips descended, claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that was both punishment and promise. It was a kiss of anger, of betrayal, of raw, undeniable desire. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, traitorous and alive, responded with a primal ache. The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, sh

Anjali felt a wave of shame, yet there was an unfamiliar tickle on her skin—perhaps because Alex was the first to touch her in such a manner. “Did you enjoy that?” Alex asked with a smirk. “No! I don’t! You are my brother-in-law; this isn’t fair. It’s a sin!” Anjali stammered. “Guess what? I revel in sin because I am the devil in human form,” Alex declared proudly. “But I am human; I believe in God. Please, don’t make me part of your sins,” Anjali pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. Alex wiped her tears with his thumb and then sucked it. “No, baby girl. You are my angel—an angel who has caught the devil’s eye. Soon, this angel will be caged by the devil,” he laughed.

He sank to his knees before her. The act itself was the deepest blasphemy. An angel, on his knees, not in prayer, but in devotion to a creature of earth and magic. He looked up at her, his silver eyes blazing with fervent need. “Let me taste your sin. Let me drink my damnation from you.” He didn’t wait for an answer. He parted her folds with his thumbs and pressed his mouth to her pussy.