Bitten Novelas e Histórias

I arched in pain, snapping ten fingers into Brian's back. He slowly savored the taste on my neck like he was holding a treasure, like leaving his mark on me. There's a sudden throbbing in my neck, and Brian's clenching it. Seconds after the pain subsided, he slowly raised his head. The bite on my neck is bleeding. Brian's actions at this time were much bolder than before losing his memory. He looked me in the eye, then lowered his head to lick the blood from the wound. The pain completely disappeared quickly, leaving only a numbing sensation that stimulated each cell.

Shit! I kept getting hot as I felt him bite me hard. Little growls escaped my lips as I felt the closeness of my chest against his body. Damn! Bite me more! Shit!

He added and in a swift move, he was already in her front She flinched due to the way he came to her unexpected "What do you think you are doing?" She demanded trying her best not to stutter His scent is very powerful and alluring as well so she felt drawn to him being in front of him "I'm doing this" He said and bent taking his lips to her neck. He opened his mouth and his fangs came out Bella noticing what he wanted to do screamed and fainted .................TBC....................

he bited my nipple hardly I hitted on his shoulder and said "bad guy" he chuckled and said "your's bad guy" I smiled and said "it's a girl" he replied "I know" I pouted and asked "why you bited me when you known it already" he replied "I wanna know it from you" I rolled my eyes he started teasing my honeypot I'm biting my lips he said "still wanna fight with me" I nodded my head as no he undressed me and himself he said "want gentle" I nodded my head as yes he said "okay my dear kitten baby"

A small whimper escaped my lips at the sight of it. Oh God. "Next time, you will be dead." He whispered in my ear and I felt bile rising up my throat. For a mere second, it seemed like I knew that voice. But just because it was a whisper and his face was covered with that mask, I couldn't have recognized it. Before I could've reacted even in the slightest, he gripped my palm and slashed the knife across it.

With one smooth motion, he hooks his fingers into the collar of my nightshirt and yanks it downward, exposing the heavy, pale curve of my right breast. His hand cupped the full weight of my flesh, squeezing firmly while his head dropped low. His teeth graze right over my sensitive nipple, biting down just hard enough to make a sharp gasp escape my throat. I arch my spine into his mouth, my hands instinctively flying to his thick shoulders, my nails digging into his hard muscle.

Blood soaked her shirt and neck, and she was breathing shallowly like she was trying to hold on. “Oh no…” I whispered, horrified. “No, no, no…” I knelt beside her, shifting back to human instantly, my hands hovering helplessly over her wounds. She’d been bitten. Badly. “Hey,” I said, my voice trembling. “Can you hear me? I didn’t mean to… I thought… I didn’t know…”

My lips parted, and I bit down, sinking my teeth into the hand that had dared to touch me. The taste was immediate, hot, and vile. Blood, metallic and bitter. His skin gave under the pressure, and I dragged my teeth across it like I meant to rip him apart. He cursed and snarled, jerking back, but this time the pain was enough. He let go.

I don't move. "Specific spot." His hand comes up and touches his own neck, the muscle where it meets the shoulder, like he needs the map to say it. "Right there. It's called a claiming bite. It's not a mark. It's not a hickey with better PR. It binds you. Both of you." "For how long?" "Life." The refrigerator hums. Nothing else in the house moves. "There's no undoing it. No walking it back, no divorce, no oops. Wolves mate for life if they choose to. The bite is how. You do it once, and it's done."

They didn't scrape. "I used to hear a phrase in my head," I said. "When I first walked out of that house. *Once bitten, twice shy.* I thought it was a sentence. A life sentence. Once someone hurts you, you shrink. You flinch at every hand. You don't let anyone close." I turned my head and looked at Nathaniel. He was watching me, steady and silent, the same way he had watched me across a hundred tables.