Bath Body Dark Kiss Novels & Stories

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

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

God, why does he have to be such a good kisser? ​Due to the lack of oxygen, I was forced to pull away, but Draven didn’t stop there. Instead, he started leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my soft spot before moving up and kissing the corner of my lips, then back to my neck again, making my whole body quiver in pleasure. I gasped when he squeezed my thighs and tugged on the skin of my neck, causing me to moan again. No, this was getting too intense and I have to control myself...but I can’t, and I don’t want to.

She treated it like a guest that needed to be acknowledged before it could leave. After a moment, she reached under the counter and pulled out a small glass bottle filled with coarse pink salt and dried rose petals. “What’s that?” “Cleansing salt. You crumble it into a bath, light two candles, and soak. It pulls out the rot. Clears the psychic gunk. Especially from family wounds.” “Psychic gunk,” I repeated, almost smiling. “Don’t mock the terminology. It’s a technical term.” I looked at the bottle, but I shook my head.

Her heart beat quicker. "do you want to take a shower together?" "w-what?" Arosh nevertheless thought that she heard it incorrect, however in the blink of a watch, the sexy and first rate male body had come to her. "ahhh." Arosh hurriedly included her eyes along with her palms. "Kevin George, what are you doing? Cross in and take a bath. Who desires to take a bathtub with you?" Kevin stated, "Oh, I thought you wanted to take a shower with me collectively."

"But I love how the water makes you look like this." "Like what?" "Like prey begging to be devoured." Arka kissed him. The kiss didn't start with gentleness; it was an absolute assault. Wild, deep, and filled with a thirst that had reached its boiling point. Their tongues clashed with a frantic, desperate rhythm. Bima ran his hands through Arka's damp hair, pulling him closer, pressing himself into the sofa. The white towel lay forgotten on the floor, no longer needed.

They were dark and fierce and filled with a need I wanted to satisfy. He moved within me, pushing me back against the marble sink. It was a welcome cold compared to the steam filling the bathroom. I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him further into me as he grabbed the sink for leverage. Echoes of gasps and groans reverberated off the tile walls as his speed increased.

Elizabeth's body responds to his caress, her skin tingling with desire. Dominic's lips leave hers, trailing a path of soft kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and over her collarbone. Each touch sends shivers down her spine, her body arching instinctively towards him. The water continues to pour over them, heightening the intensity of their connection. Elizabeth's hands move over Dominic's wet chest, exploring the contours of his body with a newfound hunger. Their bodies press against each other, aching for the closeness they crave. The steam-filled shower enclosure becomes a sanctuary for their desires, where time stands still and only their passion matters.

He leans down, and claps her body in his large palms, trailing down her curves. "I do non-oily massage, and I've got a special rod for you… only for you" he place a kiss on her tummy," you don't need to worry about your inner walls, my rod is big enough to relax your inner muscle and make you feel whole again" he reaches for her lips and rubbed on it with his tombs, "I promise you won't have to use lip gloss to keep these wet in the process of experiencing total bliss, I will make sure to I keep it wet till when it's all over"

The dark-haired man leaned down and captured her lips, gripping the back of her neck and deepening the kiss. Marris herself coordinated the movements of her tongue following him and enthusiastically entwined. The kiss became more and more wild, thanks to the aphrodisiac that her actions became bolder and did not care who the other person was. “Um… hot… so hot… aah” Marris's smooth white hand clung to his hard body, fumbling around looking for cool. Only he can help her cool down now. Knowing that the cold water now had no effect on reducing the flame of the blonde's lust, he immediately turned off the faucet and hugged her out of the bathroom. Their wet bodies glistened in the dim moonlig