Novel & Cerita Bloody Kisses Cover

He picked me up while standing. He took me to the bar room.. He locked the door while we kissed. At first the kiss he gave was delicious, sweet, possessive and gentle. My knees are almost shaking from the softening.. He threw me down on the soft bed while kissing me violently, painfully, full of pain and chills. He sucked and licked my lips until they bled. It hurt a lot but I didn't complain. I closed my eyes. I know where we are going. And as I expected, I didn't realize that I didn't have anything covered. He used his index finger to remove my undies. I almost catch my breath because of how hot I feel.

I question between kisses. “Looking for a bloody job.” She giggles delicately lowering her lower body until her body touched mine. She endures her trial of pecks where she left of from my lips to my torso, licking kissing and sucking at my skin. She gently places kisses where the bullets entered my physique before she continues to go down more south where she finds the proof of exactly what she was doing to me. The head of my dick was already palpating from my pants and glistering with pre-cum which she took as an invite to taste. She deliberately licks at the pungent part of my hard dick cleaning it and replacing every drop of my own fluid with hers. “You taste so good.” She murmurs between

His dark blue boxer-briefs strained at the seams to control his manhood. He dropped slowly to his knees in front of me, and I rested my fingertips on the muscles of his broad shoulders. He looked up at me, dark eyes burning, as he slowly took my breast in his mouth. I gasped as he surrounded the pink nub of my nipple with warmth. He kissed the soft flesh, nipping gently, making me arch my back and moan.

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

He uttered all of a sudden. Damn, I don't know what he is doing but I don't think I can stand this anymore. I closed my eyes tightly and the moment I opened my eyes again I realized that Mr. Woods is really something special for me. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist.

Jayden gasped, body jerking violently as he was slammed lightly against the wall, the bat slipping from his grasp and hitting the floor with a dull thud. And then warm lips crashed into his, hard, hungry and possessive. For one stunned second Jayden froze, panic exploding through him until the scent hit him. Dark spice, smoke and something dangerously familiar that made his heart stutter and his body remember before his mind did. “Ronan?” The kiss deepened before he could finish the name, stealing the rest of his breath as heat flooded his chest, confusion tangling with relief so sharp it almost hurt. Then anger surged just as fast, making Jayden shove him away.

I’ll just lie and say it’s the covered up mark from that other bloodsucker, the one I put down. “You truly seem desperate,” he laughs, pressing his lips to the side of my throat. “So very well, love. I will oblige your request.” He sucks in a teasing mouthful of flesh, not biting down yet, just forming what is clearly going to be a deep bruise of a hickey. He smooths his hands down my body, setting my pulse to pounding all the harder. “I told you to bite me, not fuck me—ha.” Oh Fuck Me.

It was the thread of consent that would allow them to burn down completely. "Embers," she gasped out. “Good.” His mouth landed on hers in a brutal kiss. His tongue tore through her mouth, whiskey-flavored and angry. She kissed him back just as hard, her teeth scraping his lip, and left a fleck of blood that tasted of copper and victory. He ripped her blouse open, buttons scattering across the ground. His lips freed hers to fasten onto a nipple below the lace of her bra, biting just on the right side of pain. She screamed, her head falling back against the wall.

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

He wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her closer to him, until she was smashed against him, leaving no distance between them. Killian tilted his head to kiss her better and bite her trembling lips brutally. Amara hissed in pain when he sank his teeth into her soft flesh. He wasn't kissing her, he was punishing her for angering him. She hits his chest so that he leaves her but he holds her hands in a tight grip from his other free hand and seized all her moments. He forced her to open her lips and trusted his tongue inside her mouth. He let his tongue explore her mouth, tasting every corner of her sweetness. His kiss was forceful, brutal and agonizing. She hissed and cried out in p