Bloody Lips Novels & Stories

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.

I endured the slight pain from my abdomen and got up from the floor with the support of bed placing one palm on my lower belly. I went into the bathroom washed my face with cold water and looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw was my lips were swollen like purple and blue. “Crazy bastard. What has he done to my lips? I huffed looking at my lips.“ It wasn’t this much swollen. “

I scream at the top of my lungs. He finally gets to where I am. "Why are you crying again?" he asks, wiping my tears. I hadn't even notice I was crying again. "Do you like the taste of my blood in your mouth?" he asks running his thumb across my lips. Before I can answer he pulls me closer, removing his thumb and replacing it with his lips. The kiss is hot and messy and quite literally bloody. I come to my senses and push him away. "I was just trying to clean you up a bit," he says wiping the blood that is now on his lips.

She couldn’t move out of her grasp as the pain of a needle forced into her lips with the liquid burning in her lips continued to fill her. The pain was acute and sharp. Every pump of the liquid sending ripples through her lips was blossoming them further. They no longer maintained the size of an average lip enhancement. The giant pillows of the mouth grew and grew until finally it burst open, spurting out liquid and blood from a large gash. Her lips had burst from the over filling of the liquid and screaming she pulled her head away from Vevina’s hold who finally let her go.

Give me just another half an hour; then she shall be screaming it over and over again. I take but a moment to admire her. She has small and thin lips; she is compact and ever so tight. There is nothing but a tiny strip that leads you to her most desirable part. Her lips are a lovely rose pink, and god, how surprisingly wet she is. Her sweet softness and the deep intensity of her wetness sends an undeniable ache to my throbbing erection that is dripping on the inside of my thigh.

His lips, which were normally so pink, and his eyes, which changed color to golden in the light but were originally glistening grey, were now bloodshot and swollen. His pale, clear skin had bumps and pink bruises. His lips were cut open, and blood trickled from them. He had a couple of broken ribs and fractures. He could have easily fought back, but he did not.

Teo eyes reddened, he bit his lips hard using his sharp canine teeth that you can see a fresh blood hanging onto his lips. The vampire students nearby scrunched up their nose, they murmured something under their breath and left their original table angrily. Why don’t they? Their sensitive nose just caught the faint smell of wolf blood.

OH NO NO NO NO! My lower lip is swollen and is blotched with black spots like blood clots. God it’s so visible. How the hell am I going to explain this to Ravi if he notices..? God I'm so not going to sleep in this room with him. What if he saw what he did to my lips!? We haven't been talking like a normal couple, but we dove straight in to doing dirty things. His hard chest, his stubbles caressing my bare back, his fingers on my neck, his roaming kisses on my back.

It was now my turn to be horrified instead. My once perfect hair now resembled a nest made by a bird with a severe attention deficit issue. One half of my hair wasn’t as disturbed apart from the part that was in contact with the wall when he’d pressed me to it. But the other half- the half in contact with the devil’s fingers had clearly seen better days. It looked like it had survived two world wars and a zombie apocalypse. Then there were my lips. My oh-so-delicious lips, as Adrian liked to call them, now looked as delicious as a pair of rotten cherries by their swollen appearance with smudged lipstick. Drat! I should’ve used the smudge-proof ones.

My lips were swollen red without even wearing lipstick. You ask why? A certain someone kissed me for hours. Yes, hours! And I did not stop him. Because it felt good. I pressed the ice against my lips as they burned a little. He bit me hard, his canines pulling a little blood out of my lower lip. He did make up for it though, by licking it clean.