Novel & Cerita Bloody Lips

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.

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.

I glance at Nicole and she is staring wide-eyed at the live p**n show playing out a few feet away. This is my first good look at Carolyn's sexy body. Her chocolate brown stomach darkens to almost black around her naval and then gradually turns brown again just before it reaches her thick pillow of black hair. The triangular patch is neatly trimmed and encircles her thick black pussy lips. Bending forward, I breathe in her scent, before planting kisses on her thighs and around her pussy. Her lips are glistening with her juices and almost begging to be licked but I ignore them to tease her a bit longer. She's squirming around and sliding her ass forward on the couch, trying to push her lips ag

The air that passes between our broken kiss a reminder that I don’t have those plump lips on mine. Roxy licks her lower lip; my eyes travel her tongue drinking in every movement. She presses a finger to her swollen lips. “That, er, that wasn’t meant to happen,” she tells me lowering her eyes. I see how her long, dark lashes flutter to her radiant cheeks.

What if he came down and saw. No. Her eyes snapped shut, and with all her strength, she bit down on his lip. David hissed, jerking back. The metallic tang of blood lingered between them. His lips hovered dangerously close to hers, his breath ragged. Slowly, he lifted a finger to his mouth, smearing away the drop of blood—his expression hard, his smirk cold. "You bit me?" His voice was low, dangerous. Lily wiped her own mouth with the back of her sleeve, glaring at him with pure loathing. "What, Marina didn't satisfy you? Now you're desperate enough to come to me?"

Juliette brought a shaky hand up to her lip, and when she pulled back, it was almost covered in blue blood. "Way to state the obvious..." Juliette snapped. She pushed open Jaxon's en suite, and made her way in, Jaxon trailing behind. She looked in the mirror, and gasped at what she saw. Her whole botton lip and chin were covered in blue blood. It dripped from her chin and onto her singlet top. "Why the hell is it blue?" Juliette gasped. She touched the liquid flowing from her lip gently. It was cold, ice cold. She turned the vanity tap on, grabbed a flannel, and wet it.

His answer drifted away “How am I an example?” “Have you ever noticed? How come your skin is like a 12-year-old when in fact, you are already 24? And why does your skin radiate like a newborn baby when the sun hits? Or why your lips are still as soft and pink like a newborn, that they would probably bruise if I pinched them together” saying that, he really did pinch her lower lips between his thumb and index finger. As if agreeing with him, it drained out of the blood and turn white as she frowned in pain. She hissed and rubbed her lips when he let go.

Exelle/Xiellenna My skin, once radiant, now bears the haunting marks of my suffering—bruises marring its pale surface. I stand before the mirror, a sorrowful weight pressing upon my heart. As I gaze at my reflection, the red and swollen eyes that stare back at me mirror the anguish within. My lips, wounded and adorned with dried blood in the corners, remain tightly pursed, withholding the words that long to be spoken.

The stupid traitorous thing had me moaning against his lips. Dammit, why does it feel so good? I need to stop this kiss. Well this makeout session apparently. His lips wouldn't leave mine. I had tried pushing his tongue out with my own, but ended up making it seem like our tongues were playing with one another. I tried to d*ck kick him, but he had it guarded with a shadow shield, having learned from last time. I bit his lip till I felt blood pour from it. He groaned, his eyes wide open and keeping contact with my own.

Droplets of blood from my bleeding lips and nose descend on me, my vision slightly becomes blurry. His finger cups my jaw, pressing in. His face pulls further, with his tongue, he licks off the blood on my lips. Having a taste of it, his face brightens up in a smile. “So the rumor is true. She doesn't have a wolf, and can’t heal,” he sneers, and my heart slowly breathes.