Novel & Cerita Blood One Night Kiss

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

My free hand slid up her thigh, under the hem of that skimpy dress she’d been grinding in all night. Her skin was soft, warm, but I dug my fingers in, nails biting into flesh. She squirmed, a mix of surprise and thrill flashing in her eyes. “Noah…” she started, but I silenced her with my mouth, crushing our lips together in a kiss that was more claim than affection. My teeth grazed her lower lip, then bit down, hard enough to draw a whimper. The metallic tang of blood hit my tongue, and fuck, it sent a jolt straight to my cock.

I then see his eyes glow as he whispers in a sexy but rough voice, “However, until then. You will not scream and you will remember nothing of what I do next, my little witch.” I didn’t fully understand what he was talking about as he then bit into his wrist and held it to my lips. I open my mouth, cover his bite and take a few small sucks before he pulls his wrist away from my mouth. He then slides his tongue over his wrist before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on my lips and then trailing them along my jaw to my ear, where he whispers in that rough voice once more, “I give you my blood as I take yours, forming a blood bond of love and obedience.”

to her body. Her breasts point up at him, calling to him to suck them as he wants. He grins widely and gets to work immediately, fulfilling his desires which won't back down. The sun finds its way into the room and casts its light on Everette's face. She sighs and is forced to get up from her dream. Her dream of Jim having the best sex with her. She grins widely as she recalls the pleasure she had from the dream which feels surreal. Her grin is wiped off immediately and her body starts aching all over. She tries standing up but the pain she feels underneath makes her shriek and lay down instantly. She tries remembering what happened last night. She remembers she slept off on the bed then why

I mutter in a low tone and try to push him away from me but his grip is too firm. Dickson plants kisses around my neck. His eyes settle on my lips and in a haste, he kisses passionately. I become swayed by his charm. I kiss Dickson back. Our kisses eventually lead to a one night stand, one that will hold a lot of consequences.

His fingers tightened lightly against my chin, forcing me to hold his gaze. “But our blood mark binds us, Vena and on a moonless night,” he continued softly, “the beginning of the new moon when the wolves are weakest… I can reach you through it.” His expression changed then to something darker. “And I’ve missed you.” Before I could move away, he leaned in and kissed me. It was cold, possessive and dangerous. Nothing like the way Nikolai had kissed me last night. His hand gripped my jaw firmly while his mouth moved against mine with dominance as I tried to pull away, and when he didn't bulge, I bit his lips and this time he jerked back.

“Tonight, it’s just us.” I stood, stepping closer to her, letting my body envelop her as I leaned in for another kiss. Our lips collided, and the chemistry we shared was electric, sending ripples of heat through my core. The kiss deepened, becoming urgent, full of a hunger that transcended mere physical attraction. It was a melding of souls, a collision of two hearts seeking solace and connection.

Heat coursed through my veins, stirring emotions I didn’t want to acknowledge. My resistance faltered, and my body betrayed me, surrendering to the kiss. This was wrong, my mind screamed. He was Damon, the king of all pack lands, a man of pure alpha blood and unparalleled power. I was nothing more than a daughter of a farmer, a slave, a commoner from a small pack he had acquired under his rule. When he finally broke the kiss, my chest heaved as I gasped for air. The pain of earlier came rushing back.

My body is flushed against him. "Hey." I grin. "Close your eyes." He says as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Why?" I ask . "Just do it." He says and close my eyes. In a breeze, he's behind me. His fingers brush my neck . He takes my hair in his hands and he puts it aside. Something cold touches my neck and I inhale. He kisses my neck and he gives me an open mouthed kiss on my pulse so his tongue swirls and his fangs graze the sensitive skin. He takes my hand then leads me somewhere inside my room. I trust him so I keep my eyes closed and follow him. He stands in front of me and kisses my forehead lightly and then kisses my lips. Just a peck but full of feelings, emotions. I o

Location: Fortress Nox — Sub-Level Access Corridor The air burned with static and smoke as Fortress Nox’s emergency alarms blared, flooding the corridor with pulsing red light. And there... emerging through the swirling haze... Natalia Cross. Her scarred face twisted, her dark eyes gleaming with pure hatred, burning with vengeance. The Last Confrontation Begins Damien’s dark eyes locked on her, deadly calm, his sidearm raised, breathing sharp. “It’s over,” he growled.