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The metallic tang of blood blooms where the bite broke the skin. Adrian’s hands claw at Ryder’s shoulders, pushing, shoving, but Ryder is an immovable wall of muscle. He holds Adrian’s head in place, forcing the kiss deeper, harder, stealing the air from his lungs. The professor’s glasses are knocked askew, the frames digging into the bridge of his nose, but Ryder doesn’t stop. He devours him, sucking on Adrian’s tongue, biting his lips again, ensuring the older man can’t close his mouth, can’t deny him entry. The wet, sloppy sounds of the kiss fill the silent office, loud and obscene.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

However, as she leaned in for the kiss, her body was consumed by goosebumps, as Blazes lips felt impossibly soft against her own. His kisses were reminiscent of a gentle summer rain, a fusion of the most exquisite flavors in the cosmos, creating a sensation and taste that was unparalleled and indescribable. Drowning in the moment, she clutches his hair, craving more of him. As Blaze's tongue explores hers, he tastes the lingering alcohol on her breath. Unbeknownst to her, he had been observing her, amazed by her sobriety despite the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed. He breaks the kiss, leaving her yearning for more, breathless and longing.

His intense gaze remained fixed on me as he removed his shirt, stained with blood, revealing his muscular frame. With a growl, he grasped my hair, pulling me close to him. Without hesitation, he forcefully kissed me. His body radiated heat, as if he were engulfed in flames. I wrapped my arm around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair. The scent of destruction mingled with his exotic cologne, arousing me to the point where I couldn't help but whimper into the kiss.

He felt a strong feeling within him, her lips wer soft against him and he loved the feel of her soft lips against him. Ella gasp when Francis lips met hers. She felt shivers running down her spine, the feeling she got from his touch were undescribable. Slowly she closes her eyes involuntarily enjoying the feel of his lips against her. The Death lord tilted his head so he could get better access to her mouth. He sucks on her lips lightly, making sure to enjoy every bit of them. He felt the best feeling that moment, caresing her lips with his. He wanted to taste her within but it seems she wasn't giving him access although it wasn't intentional. He bit her lips lightly and Ella gasp, he uses

"Eww, Brixton. Did you really just lick my blood?" I nod and crash my mouth down on hers, slipping my bloody tongue between her lips, forcing her to own blood into her mouth as I kiss her possessively. Of course, she tries to pull her mouth away from mine and push me off of her, but as always, I dominate her and gain control, forcing her down and giving her the kiss that she doesn't want. The warm metallic taste coats her tongue as it leaves mine, our spit turning pink as it smears across our lips from the frantic wildness of the kiss. When I do finally let her up, she pushes her hands against my chest in outrage and flies off the bed, frantically searching for her clothes. "You are fucking

Her muffled screams had been music to my ears. Gabe’s lips found mine in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth, tasting me, possessing me. I let out an angry moan and bit down on his lips hard, drawing blood. It didn’t phase him. In fact, it only made him kiss me harder. I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip, tasting what I’d done to him, sucking and biting some more. The tangy metallic taste of his blood on my tongue only heightened my desire. He let out a low growl, arms wrapping around my waist to hold me against him.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

But, now things were better and Liam got what he needed. Once again, Liam glanced at Mila, whose body was now covered by his black robe to cover her blood stained shirt. It was Liam himself who had cleaned the blood stains on Mila's cheeks and didn't let anyone else touch her. This was a vampire's possessive attitude toward something they consider to be theirs. Especially if this was about their partner.

“Kiss my forehead.” “Because I like to do it.” “That’s all?” “Also because it makes you blush fiercely kitten. Just like how you are right now.” Heat has began crawling up your chest. “That’s a lie!” “Of course, that explains all this red. You’re already as bright as a fucking tomato. Cute. I wonder how your pussy would look if I were to..…. ” I cover his mouth and look around. “Oh my God. Can you stop being so…so.. Argh”