Novel & Cerita Blood One Night Kiss

Ronan kissed Rena's neck and searched for the spot he would mark…he took a sip and sucked it, then he quickly stuck his teeth there…marked it where he had been kissing and sucking for a long time. When Ronan bit her, Rena is completely limp…she is just holding on to Ronan and her legs are completely limp. "Now...your turn..." Ronan licked her a few times, covering the open wound on Rena's neck. The girl is still half-conscious..she is like someone drunk by it. “I… I don't know if I can… I'm weak… Ronan.” Ronan carried her inside… put her on the bed. Making Rena's current position sitting on His bamboo mattress. While he is kneeling, tilting his neck to the left…giving his wide exposed right

"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"

My hands hastily picked out the phone from the pocket and my gaze was drawn down to the screen of my phone, where I found that the call was from my mother. I pushed him away with my newly discovered vigor and ran away from him. I was panting heavily after holding my breath for a long period. He was once again quite close to me today. His proximity reminds me of something. That nightmare, as well as the recollections of that evening when I kissed a stranger to complete my dare, flashed through my mind. Is it possible that he is the one I kissed in that club? 'No way! It's not possible!'

18+ WARNING: This story is intended for mature readers only and contains explicit sexual content, strong language, adult themes, and mature situations. Reader discretion is advised. *********************************** Nineteen-year-old Dev Varma was born with a curse. Under a blood moon, anyone he kisses becomes violently in love with him. Dev has survived four blood moons by locking himself in his room until sunrise, but one rainy night, he breaks his own rules and goes to a Christmas party. By morning, he has cursed three men: Julian Vale, the college junior he has wanted for months; Nico Hargrove, his cruel stepbrother who kissed him as a joke; and Victor Hargrove, his mother’

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

“I’ll guide you through it, come stand beside me.” Still dumbstruck, I obeyed. He took my hand in his, “First we just need too…” he brought my hand up to his lips, pressing the pad of my forefinger against an elongated canine. I blushed, feeling like we were sharing a very private moment in front of all these people as he pricked my finger, while locking eyes with me. He brought my hand down over the honey and squeezed a few drops of my blood into the bowl. Bringing my hand back to his lips, he kissed the finger before letting go of my hand.

His eyes shifted down and those honey-brown globs held mine, reminding me of how dark they were when we first met and how they changed the night of the Blood Moon, the night I imprinted on him. “Hey,” I smiled at him “We will always have the Blood Moon,” I smiled weakly. One of his hands came up, his index and thumb pinching my chin, holding my head in place. He dipped down his lips lightly covering mine in a tender kiss. My lips parted, making way for his tongue but it never came. I felt disappointed when he pulled back.

He looked really pale even more pale than usual. I move slowly out of the bed and walk carefully towards his bed and touch him, the tingles are there but faint so is his scent. I straddle him gently and bend over him and I bite down on my wrist so the blood starts to flow. I suck some into my mouth and kiss Orion, forcing his mouth open and kiss him gently but forcing my blood down his throat. When I notices he starts to swallow it I hold my wrist against his mouth and he licks my wound before he bites down there himself.

he growled, grabbing her chin. Her lips parted in shock. “Dom” “No excuses,” he cut in, voice low, commanding. “Kiss me. Taste my blood. Show them you’re mine in this too.” Her chest rose and fell. The others watched, silence thick. Bella’s pulse hammered as Dom’s bloody mouth hovered closer. She whispered, “You’re insane.” “Say no, and I’ll bleed you myself,” he murmured. “Now shut up and kiss me.” Her resolve snapped. Their lips met—wet, metallic, filthy. His blood smeared across her tongue, bitter and hot. She gasped against his mouth, but he deepened it, biting her lip until she whimpered.

The sweet smell of my body had completely destroyed his control. Instead of letting me go or apologizing, Ronan’s grip on my waist tightened like iron. He aggressively pulled my body down toward him, closing the remaining distance, and gave me a deep kiss. My eyes widened in total shock. The touch of his lips was hot and demanding, sending a sharp jolt through my body. Inside the dark, silent royal library, the prince of the Bloodmoon Pack was kissing the ghost of the girl he had helped destroy.