Bloody Kisses Cover の小説・ストーリー

“In my head. In the woods. Even when I sleep.” She walked toward me, two mugs in hand and passed one to me like she hadn’t heard a word. I took it. Our fingers touched but she didn’t pull away. Neither did I. “I could say the same,” she said. And just like that, I found myself getting up and moving closer to her, closer than I had any right to be. “You shouldn’t,” I said quietly. She couldn’t understand what the danger was. “Too late,” she whispered. I took a step closer, much more than I should have, really, and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warmer than I expected. She tasted like honey and chamomile. Her hand touched my chest, resting there.

We climaxed together and then he made me look at him. He looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world, like I was something priceless. He captured my lips and continued to caress my naked body. My legs felt like jelly so I clung to him for support so I’d remain standing. I felt his fangs graze my neck as his kissed and suck on it. Then she suddenly bit my neck and I moaned with pleasure. After that he bit his lips so we can share another kiss. I suck his blood and I felt really good.

My voice cracked as I edged closer. “You’re allowed to be vulnerable in my presence. I can be your strength if you let me.” As I spoke, I began taking off my dress again. Standing in my nude glory, I hovered over him, and unclasped his belt. I pulled down the trousers, and threw them to the ground. Out of instinct, I bit down hard on my wrists enough to draw blood. Then I placed it over his mouth. He groaned as the blood flowed down. I gasped as his eyes suddenly flew open. And that was because his eyes weren't the normal gray I was used to.

He lurches forward, grabbing my face, drawing me in to kiss him again. He wastes no time being gentle and sweet, his passion for me evident in the way he kisses me as if the world will end if he doesn't. My back bumps against the edge of the dining room table, my hand reaching out to brace me up as the weight of Kastriv's strong body presses against me. Suddenly my hand slips on something, and I nearly fall back. Kastriv grabs me, stopping my fall, helping me straighten. I turn, looking at a bunch of letters Kastriv brought in earlier splay out. The one at the very bottom catches my eyes.

All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses. Dean's hands flew all over me, touching me in places I hadn't been touched in quite a while. I felt the lust coursing through his body as he tugged at my shirt, and I wanted more. I wanted it so badly that I found myself jumping up and wrapping my legs around him before he even had the chance to remove my shirt. His hands grabbed me around the waist and held me up as we passionately kissed each other. My fingers went to the bottom of his ripped t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

He frowned as he watched it fall then looked at me. "Sylar, if you don't want me to do anything, I won't," he mumbled. "You either like me shirtless or you don't," he told me, not getting what I was doing exactly. I looked his shirtless body over then and blushed, starting to drool a bit as I got lost. He watched me and then leaned in cautiously, kissing my neck gently instead of picking up where he left off with love bites. I gasped and exposed my neck to him. He relaxed on me and then got more confident with it, picking up on that I was messing with him now. He purred and started to kiss my neck by my ear and my sweet spots as he moved to laying on me, his hands running up and down my side

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

Like he'd already made the decision to take it. Lena had cleaned up most of the blood, though the penthouse still smelled like gunpowder and broken glass. She'd changed her clothes. She'd tried to steady herself. But when Dominic finally moved toward the bedroom, she followed him like she was tethered. "Did you mean it?" she asked. "About me being your equal. Or were you negotiating?" He turned to face her in the doorway. His white shirt was stained with blood. There were bruises forming on his ribs where an operative's bullet had grazed him. He looked like someone who'd been through a war and won.

He plunged downward, wrapping Lucifer's lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue probing deep, mapping every crevice with a burning hunger. Allistair's kiss was returned in kind, their tongues dancing in a dance of lust and devotion. As they moved, the Void's lips inscribed a path along Allistair's collarbone, teeth nipping at his sore nipples. Their hands touched Allistair's skin, tracing every inch of it, leaving behind streaks of fire and pleasure. The bruising kisses and roaming touches drew moans of ecstasy from Allistair, each one a testament to his complete submission and the ferocity of their common passion.

Blake gently kissed her again "that's how love goes goregous girl." Mackayla gently placed her thumb on his lips and traced them "you have gloss all over your lips." Blake nipped her thumb then sucked it in his mouth tasting sweet and tangy blood then running his tongue over the wound. Mackayla moaned as she stared at him her eyes glazed with passion. "Blake please" Mackayla whimpered. "Soon goregous" Blake growled his shaft jerking at the plea in her voice. Wow damn dude you deserve a fucking medal for walking away from that. Your body is seriously pissed.