Bath Body Dark Kiss Novels & Stories

“A kiss.” I could hear my heart that was thumping so fast. The raise in my body temperature was evident to say my cheeks had turned red, even though I couldn’t see it. “W-what…” I stuttered. “One kiss, one piece of information.” He winked in a flirty way. I pushed him by his chest as he raised his hand to stroke my cheeks. He started to laugh as I shouted “You pervert!” He wouldn’t stop laughing while I threw daggers with my eyes. “Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.”

My body surrendered to his expertise and the sob turned into a moan as he bared my shoulder and pressed a kiss on it. “That’s right love - - skip the pretense. Tell me what you truly want. Tell me your deepest desires.” His voice was deep, low, addling my brain so that I could not think anymore. All I wanted was him. I wanted his warm powerful body pressed against mine teaching my body new ways to love - - only this was not love. This was something way darker.

,, Taapur breathe heavily when his fingers trailed on her bare skin He breath against her lips and eyed her , before roughly entwining her cold plum lips in his warm ones , making her whimper softly into the kiss His smooth tongue was passionately poking on her bottom lips , wanting to dominate and over powering into her little mouth . She took few seconds and finally gave up against his extreme dominant . He released her pinned hands . He ripped his brown chocolaty shirt and buttons flew everywhere in the dark room . She gasped to see the fine specimen, standing in his all hot chocolaty abs infront of her

He whispered and kissed each of her knuckles in turn and suddenly he was sucking her little finger, hard, then biting it softly. Damn! He had a hotline to her groin. She stared at him, his eyes were dark and he gave her a slow carnal smile. "Come, let's have a bath.” He leaned down and kissed her. Her heart leapt and desire pooled way down low, way down there. The bathtub was a white stone, deep, egg-shaped affair, very well designed. Mason leaned over and filled it from the faucet on the tiled wall. He poured some expensive looking bath oil into the water.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

My back arched with every thrust, wanting to take him ever deeper inside of me. Our eyes never left one another. His winter-blue eyes peered into my soul, the two of us speaking volumes without words. He kissed me softly, his lips gentle yet insistent for more. My body was on fire for his touch, the ache unbearable. I wrapped my legs around him, and with all my strength rolled to the side.

His hands on my hips let me know exactly who was in charge, and I let him use my body. Suddenly, he pulled out of me, turned me around, and gave me a deep kiss. I kissed back, pressing myself against him. His hand lifted my leg up, placing my foot on the side of the tub. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck as he pushed back into me. One hand remained on my leg and the other wrapped around my waist as he writhed against me, and my nails found the skin of his back as I felt myself rising toward orgasm.

"Go on, have a wonderful time, okay?" I offer a smile, acknowledging her concern, and proceed to kiss the girls goodbye before making my way upstairs to my bedroom. Today, I decided to deviate from my usual routine and indulge in a luxurious bath instead of a quick morning shower. I fill the tub with warm water, adding bath salts, and using my exquisitely scented body wash and oils. At this moment, I desire to pamper my skin and rejuvenate it, aiming for a radiant glow akin to polished mahogany.

But as our bodies pressed closer under the cascade of the shower, the kiss deepened, transforming into something more intense. The water, hot and soothing, drummed a rhythmic beat against our skin, blending with the heat of our desire. Rion’s lips were soft yet insistent against mine, a perfect counterpoint to the steady flow of the shower. His hands, previously tense, now roamed my back with a gentle, exploratory touch, sending shivers of warmth through me.