Bloody Kisses Cover Novels & Stories

Ahn Hana trembles when his lips brush against her skin. However, she keeps her eyes close. He showers her with ravenous kisses, biting and nibbling softly -- and sometimes, hard. The blood doesn't disturb him. Instead, he finds her more captivating this way. He sucks on the curve of her neck, grazing his lips on her collarbone. He bites her shoulder, leaving a mark. Her blood fills his mouth as he swipes his tongue on the bite mark.

He looked back up and I noticed his eyes were the perfect reflection of lust and were so dark you could mistake them for black. He wasted no time when he crushed his lips to mine and pulled me even closer as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and run my hand from the base of his neck moving upwards. I felt him shiver and then groan as he moved me even closer. I tilted my head back when I needed some air which allowed him to nibble on my neck and his other hand to go exploring just like at the picnic. "Cole." I whispered.

“Please be mine tonight.” Jay continued the action, capturing Ruby's lips, which were slightly parted. The Queen welcomed the hot game. The blood of the two monsters rippled violently. The bloodthirsty hunter waits for his prey to give up, while the girl of the hot blood takes over the game. Ruby deepened the kiss, delaying Jay's movement down her neck, and launched her original intention, sinking her fangs.

My skin was burning at his touch. "Your lips are so soft," he commented as his thumb rubbed against the lower part of my lip. He leaned in closer as his hand tilted my chin up. And the next thing I felt was his warm lips on mine. He tasted like mint and something sweet. I'm kissing Blake-fucking-Harrison! His other hand swiftly moved to grip my back, pulling me closer to him. My own hands flew up and held him by his shoulder blades. He was all rock-hard muscles. "Mmhm," he murmured, a sign that he liked my touch.

“A kiss.” I could hear my heart that was thumping so fast. The raise in my body temperature was evident to say my cheeks had turned red, even though I couldn’t see it. “W-what…” I stuttered. “One kiss, one piece of information.” He winked in a flirty way. I pushed him by his chest as he raised his hand to stroke my cheeks. He started to laugh as I shouted “You pervert!” He wouldn’t stop laughing while I threw daggers with my eyes. “Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.”

I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.

Leo had sent me to sensory heaven two times in the space of a single shower. He held his body against mine, slowing his pace to a stop. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed me, teasing me with his lips. I brought my hand up to his face, smiling contentedly as we kissed. My fingers danced down his shoulders, making their way down across his biceps. His skin was slick with moisture, causing my hands to slide easily along.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Laura - The house in the suburbs The kiss that awakens me is sweet. Hot lips slip cleanly over the skin of my nape, igniting a thrilling amount of pleasure. I’m in no mood for sex, but his touch offers another form of delight I’ll gladly take. A sense of peace washes over me, rinsing away everything bad; my bleak existence; the fear that takes hold every morning when I see that I'm alive.

The whole time I smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume, and it serves to fuel me on further. She moans and then tightens even more, before she cries out and moans louder when her juices flow. Feeling her tighten, she milks me for all I am worth, until I can’t take it anymore. I kiss her back softly and then feel my own orgasm come crashing down hard around me. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and yell, “Lillian, I love you. Fuck, you feel so good.” As I slap her butt hard and when I open my eyes and look down, there is a red handprint with my name on it. When the orgasm finally subsides, I collapse next to her on the bed. Then we snuggle up under the covers and go to sleep. Ev