Angels Kiss On Forehead Novels & Stories

He placed his hands over my shoulder and made me sit on the bed. So my caring baby is back! He placed a few kisses on my elbow over the scratch after sitting down beside me. A shiver ran down my spine as his lips touched my skin. I clasped his face. "It's not hurting, I'm fine." I blinked my eyes, assuring him. I moved his face down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "I need you now, Angel." He suddenly whispered against my lips. "Then what are we waiting for?" I winked at him. I held the hem of my top and pulled my blue top over my head while he opened the buttons of his shirt.

ANGEL He kissed me. His lips moved against mine slowly like he was asking permission even though we both knew he didn’t need it. We both knew I’d give him anything he wanted right now, starving as I was for touch, for contact, for him. I kissed him back. The moment our lips meshed together, something inside me cracked open like an egg. The kiss deepened. His tongue slid against mine, tasting, claiming, and a low groan rumbled from his chest into my mouth. His hands moved from my face to my hair, fisting in the strands, tilting my head back so he could take more. Take everything.

she replied seating on one of the couch there not noticing the blush that crept on Angelo's cheeks when she kissed his cheeks. "O...Oh, I see, did you enjoy the sight seeing?" he asked "So much dad, I enjoyed it so much" the angel replied as her mind went back to the gorgeous male kneeling in front of her whilst brimming with undiluted arousal, he was so happy and aroused for her that he shot his loads immediately inside his pants just from making eye contact with her.

Blake said then pressed his lips to Azrael's forehead. Azrael's eyes slowly closed when he felt Blake's lips against his forehead. A kiss he swore he would never feel again.

" Prove that death only obeys the one who understands and respects it. Be mine, my promised. I didn't kiss him, despite the closeness, because that decision didn't have to be mine. As much as I twisted my nose several times before that the archangel would never have the chance to sin with me, there I was, offering myself for it. And for a moment, while our magic fought the thunder fired towards us, I thought Miguel would retreat, I thought he would change his mind. But as if death embraced life, he held me and lifted me up; not to carry innocently, but so that my legs would envelop his hips, and so that our faces would level. And it was there, in the midst of the rain, with hundreds of archa

I said and pulled away as he sighed and connected our foreheads and closed his eyes. "Okay, fine I will not talk about it," he sighed and kissed my forehead as the door opened which made me stare at it as a blushing Emma trailed behind Angelo who had a scowl on his face. "Hey," she softly muttered and gave me a smile before gulping when she looked at Xavier.

Angel lowered his head and smashed his lips on hers. Startled, Elina's mind went blank, her heart thumping loudly against her chest, her tows curled. She didn't know what to do. Elina froze when she felt Angel's grip her face a little tight and kissed her softly. Started with her upper lip and then sucked on her lower lip.

“Did I scare you, Angel?” “A little, Sir,” she admitted as her heart returned to her normal rate. “We can’t have that now, can we?” he asked, kissing her stomach and then trailing a pass up between her breasts, up her throat and chin, to hover just over her lips. “No, Sir,” she whispered. He kissed her. It was another intense kiss which made Ava clench her hands into the pillow to stop them from grabbing a hold of Zane’s head. “What is your safe word, Angel?” Zane asked as Ava felt his hands run up her arm, wrapping something soft around her wrist.

Leo had sent me to sensory heaven two times in the space of a single shower. He held his body against mine, slowing his pace to a stop. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed me, teasing me with his lips. I brought my hand up to his face, smiling contentedly as we kissed. My fingers danced down his shoulders, making their way down across his biceps. His skin was slick with moisture, causing my hands to slide easily along.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.