Bloody Lips Novels & Stories

As I hissed, the man increased his pressure on me, and my lips are bleeding from the way I bit my lip. He's a jerk, to say the least!

Hard. I brush my lower lip with my fingers. It's bleeding. —Why the hell did you do that, are you an idiot or what?!- I yell at him. Doesn't respond. He corners back to me, kissesing me again. This time he isn't furious, he seems rather desperate, pressing me against his erection with one hand and pulling my hair with the other. He groans, pitifully as he licks my injured lip. Ah, he's hungry. The fight must have left him weak or something. Should I...? No, fuck it! Warm up a bag and leave me alone!

She said concerned as she dropped her phone and tried to clean the blood on my lips with her shirt. My heart was beating profusely as I immediately pulled her into a tight hug. I could feel a tear slip out of my eye.

John released her lips. He saw the glimmer of moisture in her eyes, a hint of vulnerability on her face. She clutched his suit tightly with both hands. "You bit me too hard." Her lips were swollen from the kiss, and there was a tiny cut that had turned slightly crimson. "I'm sorry," John apologized. John extended his finger and gently wiped away the bloodstain from her lips. What had once been cherry blossom-colored lips had turned into a vibrant shade of rose.

She mindlessly nodded, her actions though faltering for a moment as she finally took notice of that term of endearment at the end of his sentence. Wait. He really was trying to- She quickly grabbed that folded napkin from the side of her plate, angrily passing it over her mouth. Oh, she was definitely about to... That mild sting on the middle of her lower lip was the first thing she had felt. Followed by that air forcefully leaving her lungs. Her blood freezing in her veins. Her heart stopping. They were...red...a dark shade of burgundy red...his eyes...they were bloody red. Literally. And there were two sharp and pearly-white fangs protruding from between his lips. Fangs. Long and frighteni

I have a hard time looking away as I straddle her thighs, but I finally manage. Still holding her throat tightly, I lower my lips to her pussy and begin lapping up the blood from her wound, cradling it on my curled tongue. With my teeth stained red and blood dripping from the corners of my lips, I bring my face to hers and give her a grin, her eyes widening in absolute horror. "Eww, Brixton. Did you really just lick my blood?"

Her brown hair was wet, and water dripped from her right eyelashes. She rips along her thick, parted lips. Her bottom lip was busted, and her left cheek was severely swollen. I stared at my mate until I noticed her lips turning a blue hue. I laid her on the ground and placed a hand on her heart, feeling the shallow beats and quickly memorizing their beats as I counted them in my head.

I can't breathe, I push him but there's no strength in me. I want to speak but his lips don't allow me too. Suddenly, he tears away from me. I suck in a huge amount of air into my lungs. He is breathing hard and fast. His eyes are on fire, livid with lust and anger. Something drips from my lips. Slowly, I lift my hand, my fingers touch my lower lip. I look down at it. Blood, my lower lip is bleeding. My eyes drag up to meet his merciless eyes. "Fuck."

Leaving the device inside her, he scooted forward to touch her face. His finger traced a path down her cheek, lingering on her lips. She had bitten her lip so hard that it was bleeding now. He smeared the blood with his thumb, painting her lips in the color of passion. His eyes hungrily roved over her features, shamelessly conveying his intentions.