Bath Body Dark Kiss Novels & Stories

he murmurs, his lips finding mine again while his other hand grips my waist, creating a safe space between us. We stay like that for a moment, almost suspended in time, until I begin to move, rising and falling, losing myself in the sensation of connection that binds us. Zedekiah leans in closer, deepening the kiss, biting and sucking my tongue—it’s like a dance between us, an energy flowing rapidly. With each movement, I feel his caresses becoming deeper and more provocative. My sighs mix with his, and his kiss trails down my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and delicate bites. The bathwater splashes onto the floor, but it seems insignificant compared to what we’re experiencing.

The kiss ks soft, almost tender, and whispered against my mouth, voice husky and dripping with sin: “Come on, baby. Let’s take a shower… before every inch of this pretty skin is painted with that bastard's blood and my cum.”

I am expecting Zachariah to kiss me and more, but he doesn’t. He takes a shower sponge and adds some gel before running it over my body, washing every part of me, making me a moaning mess by the time he had finished and placing soft kisses on the back of my shoulder. By the time he has finished with his wash, I have had enough and I turn around, pushing him up against the wall as I smash my lips to his in a dominant kiss.

He thanks me for the honor I have given him and I call one of my maids to bring us robes so we can go inside and take a shower. We put them on and go inside to take the shower. I am still horny so while the water was dripping on our bodies, I kiss Dark with passion and desire and tell him I want more. "I will give you more, my queen!", Dark seize. We kiss with our tongues, touch our bodies, enjoying each other. Dark lifts one of my legs and inserts his cock deep inside my vagina. I ask for more and more. He puts his hand on my throat, squeezing it, and fucks me so hard that I get an amazing orgasm.

Wht started as a beautiful, romantic kiss soon turned to heated desire as his hands moved downwards, massaging my inner thighs, his lips moving to my neck, the V spot right under my throat, and lower down to my heartbeat where he belonged. I sighed as he finally joined me in the bath, his kisses slow, his need fast, and he had me pinned down to attend to it. Like his little doll. Like his baby girl. I didn't realize it had gotten dark till he finally took me out of the bath, my legs shaking hard, my body wrapped around his, my face buried in his neck. He slowly dried me off, kissing my hair, my forehead, my lips, whispering sweet nothings in ear.

He lifts up onto his knees, still between my legs, and removes our shoes. When he pulls back, he has my waistband in his fingers and removes my leggings in one single motion. I gasp, and before I can comprehend the idea of covering myself, he takes hold of my left ankle and kisses it. He continues to kiss up my leg to my knee before dragging his tongue along my inner thigh, right up to my center before nibbling my flesh. I moan out in both pleasure and pain before he moves to my other leg. When he sinks his teeth into my thigh the second time, I grab his hair and pull it. He inhales deeply from between my legs, then rests his chin on it. He begins his kissing voyage back up my body to my ear

The kind that comes out when your body doesn't know whether to cry or run, so it picks the worst possible option instead. The sound cut through the silence like a knife. Elena slapped her hand over her mouth immediately, but it was too late. The laugh was already out there, already floating through the Plaza Hotel ballroom, already landing on the ears of three hundred of New York's most powerful people. And on Alexander Knight himself. He stood completely still, champagne soaking through his white dress shirt, spreading dark and wet across his custom tuxedo jacket. His grey eyes, sharp as cut glass, moved from the stain on his chest to the woman kneeling on the floor in front of him.

But her body betrayed her again—skin tingling where his breath touched, blood rushing hot and confused. She forced words out, trembling but defiant. “You can threaten me all you want, Dante. But you’ll never break me.” He paused, searching her face with unnerving patience. Then, unexpectedly, his mouth curved into a predator’s smile. “That’s what I like about you.” Before she could move, his hand slid beneath her chin, tilting her face up. His mouth descended, claiming hers in a kiss nothing like the one at dinner. This one was raw, punishing, ruthless. His lips pressed hard, his tongue forcing past her resistance until she gasped. Her fists shoved against his chest, but he was immovable, un

It was an act of total possession and marking. The instant Tucker kissed the nape of my neck, a powerful force coursed through our closely entwined bodies. The energy soothed the wolf roaring inside me and revived my weakened body. Time seemed to dissolve. As dawn's first light filtered through the window, our passionate bonding finally came to an end. I was too drained to move, my body marked by bruises and hickeys. Each one was proof of Tucker's fierce, uncontrollable claim on me. He carried me to the bathroom and carefully helped me wash up. Soon, warm water cascaded over my skin. I leaned into his embrace, breathing in his comforting scent. Before I realized it, I slipped into a deep, re

"I fucking hate you..." His eyes met mine for a split second, dark and intense, before he surged up to capture my lips again. The kiss was hard, bruising, full of all the words we hadn't said. His tongue tangled with mine, teeth nipping at my bottom lip, drawing a gasp from me. Our bodies pressed together, skin sliding against skin in the water. My nipples rubbed against his chest with every movement, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.