Bloody Lips Novels & Stories

A genuine smile spread across her face that assured me that she wasn’t at all opposed to the idea of spending the rest of her life with me and that made my wolf extremely giddy. Oddly enough, even when her smile dimmed I still focused on her lips in awe at how soft and plump they appeared. Her upper lip was a very faint shade of pink that almost resembled nude while her lower lips were a deep and elegant shade of red, it was absolutely mesmerizing because they were glossed up and I couldn't take my eyes off of them.

The thought alone always made her break down into tears and have a panic attack. After returning to her room, Claire stepped into the bathroom to wash her face in a desperate attempt to cool down. The second she caught the sight of her reflection in the mirror, the sight of her swollen red and bleeding lips, she felt nauseated. Immediately Claire took her toothbrush and began to scour her lips. Blood seeped from her already torn lips, but she continued scrubbing with fierce determination before she leaned forward on the sink, crying hysterically. Drops of blood stained the white sink. However, this wasn't the first time Claire made her mouth bleed from excessive scrubbing! It was the fifth t

He places his thumb on his mouth before his tongue darts from his slightly pink lips and laps up the crimson blood staining the tip as if it were melted ice cream. Crazy f*ck.

His eyes darkened and he smirked. "I want to taste you," he whispered, triggering my heart to race. He moved fast, claiming me before I could blink. A brief gasp split my lips, and I welcomed him inside me, exploring me. He pushed down my sheets and positioned himself on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers playing with his hair as our tongues intensified their dance. Then I felt something strange—a sharp sting on my lower lip and the metallic taste of blood.

Hindi ko alam however their this part of me na naiinis sa sinabi niya at the same time kinikilig, seriously self? Napatingin ako sa side mirror ng kotse and I notice my lip looks pale. I quickly open my bag and pull my lip gloss. It has the shade of light red color and super tinted, my favorite. I manage to apply it without even distracted. I look at the mirror once again to see how my lips look like. I slowly stick my lips together that even cause a sound. After that I heard a gulp, Cassius?

So, there was no way he could hurt her mistakenly while kissing her as it seemed almost impossible for him. Bianca immediately stood up and rushed to the mirror... " My lips .." she mumbled with her eyes opened wide in horror!. " What's with your lips? Did I hurt you?" He asked with so much confusion that his face was scrunched up. " Its healed. Look at my lips that was bleeding moment ago... it's completely filled." She told him as she turned to him to show him the once wounded lips which now looked fully healed without even any black spot at all!.

Rebelling against my mind, I let go before shifting my gaze back to him, only to get a sharp pain immediately landing on the side of my lips as a reply. Red blood dripping on the floor as the side of my lips cutting open, at last I needed no one to tell me that this time it was my own blood

He growled lustfully as he pressed his lips to mine hungrily, devouring and ravaging me. Moaning softly, I held onto his hands, loving the feel of his powerful body against me. Our lips move urgently against each other before his tongue darts out, licking the bottom of my lips, trying to get me to open up. I failed to grasp the message quickly, and a growl of frustration filled the room before he bit down on my lips, drawing blood. I gasped in surprise as the metallic taste of the red liquid touched my tongue.

He looked passionately aroused yet so careful to touch her. As if she was a porcelain doll that would break into pieces if not being careful. He started showering kisses all over my toes, up to my legs, knees, thighs, and all around my lower body. I let him do as he wanted. Until he finally reaches the very center of my being. He marveled at the look of my untouched possessions. Shaved and I am sure as I have seen it when I shave, the outer lips are puffy and pinkish while the inner lips are thin and brighter reddish pink.

Bloody. His lips were hard and demanding. I tasted the salt of his sweat and the faint copper of his blood. His injured hand cupped my face. More blood smeared across my cheek. I gasped into his mouth. He took the chance and deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed in, claiming, hungry. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate. Angry. Needy.