Beauty Beast Kiss Novels & Stories

She let out a scream of ecstasy as I moved to her other br**st and repeated the motion. The beast was in no mood for drawn out foreplay today, he wanted his sweet release, and fast. I stood from the bed and removed my pants and shirt, before kneeling between Harriet’s legs. She moaned when I rubbed the head of my pe**s against her ready and waiting folds. I pushed in hard, entering her all the way. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched at the sensation it gave her. I began pumping, hard and fast, as my beast roared in satisfaction.

My heart hammers wildly in my chest, and I believe that Ajax could hear it even if he was paying close attention. “I’m sorry. Back in the forest...what I did to you was—” “Nothing for you to be sorry for. If it is for you, I would bleed as many times as I need to get you back. No matter what.” He whispers softly, tilting his head slowly as he waits for me. I lean in to close the last gap and immediately feel our lips brushing. The touch felt so electric that I was hesitant to go even further. However, Ajax was the one who deepened the gap and fully sealed our kiss.

“Let me.” She nodded, eyes wide and dark. I undressed her piece by piece, kissing the skin that came bare. When she was finally bare, I took a moment to look at her, and, gods, she was beautiful. “You’re staring,” she whispered. “You’d blush too if you saw yourself through my eyes.” She pulled me down to her, and we stopped talking.

That monsters actually kissed me again. *************

I could feel a blush radiate from my forehead down to my toes. Thankfully, Logan laughed. “So much for me being suave,” he joked, instantly taking away any embarrassment. He shrugged out of his jacket and folded it over the back of the seat. “Shall we try again?” I nodded, grinning like a love-struck idiot. He put his thumb to my cheek and lightly curled his fingers against my jaw. Gently, he drew me to him, guiding our mouths together in a sweet and sensual kiss. It was deep and hungry as he tasted me completely before pulling back to look at me. He had such beautiful eyes. They were warm and dark like velvet, and with burning golden embers scattered throughout that enveloped me completely.

Her eyes didn't leave mine, and with every word of her, sweet energy built in me, and my demon surfaced, I wasn't done yet, I wanted her more and only she could quench my taste. "You just did and you have proven it to me." She smiled, flicking her tongue across my lips, and kissed me. That was all I needed, and my beast took the better part of me, Now I didn't have to tame it, I would rather be a beast than pretend to be a saint. For the second time that night, I had Iris, we were like a couple having each other for the first night, what could be the best gift the goddess could give, if not someone who loves and cares for you unconditionally, for this gift, I will love and cherish

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

He moved his head back and looked down at me. I smiled softly, leaning forward and kissed him softly, moaning as he began thrusting into me once again. "The night is fucking young, Amore Mio, and I made a promise to fuck you until you drop." "Game on, my sexy beast." I teased, licking my lips. He smirked sexily before his lips crashed against me in a hungry animalistic kiss as a low growl left his lips. My heart thudded in anticipation. My beast had truly awakened and all I wanted was to be devoured by him…

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.