Damon Elena Kiss の小説・ストーリー

Damian studied my face, then gave a helpless laugh. "Today is our seventh mating anniversary, and you want to humiliate me in front of everyone?" "You knew perfectly well this was our seventh anniversary, and you still crossed that line tonight," I shot back. Damian did not look remotely sorry. If anything, he turned it back on me. "All because I kissed Amber and not you, you're ending our bond? It was one kiss. It meant nothing. You're the Luna. Start acting like it."

He groaned softly, his breath hitching, and I leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was slower, more exploratory this time, my tongue delving to taste the remnants of our passion. A distant howl echoed through the halls, a reminder of the pack's unrest, pulling us back from the edge of bliss. Damon stiffened slightly beneath me, his hand pausing on my thigh, but I refused to let the moment shatter completely. I straddled him then, my knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips, my pussy brushing against his growing erection in a deliberate tease that drew a low growl from his throat.

I sucked on her clitoris and then inserted two of my fingers inside while my thumb continued playing with her clitoris. ”Oh Damien…” she whispered after I let go of her mouth and grabbed her breast, she held on to my head and tried to pull me off her as she was reaching her climax but I refused to stop. I wanted to please her in a way that Lukas would never dreamt of doing. Pleasing Elena sexually was my duty and I was going to make sure that no one did it the way I did it for her.

Ella said firmly. "And guess what?" Ella said to them, there was no way she'd keep quiet now, she'd make sure to hurt them back. "We just kissed, yes and you see this mark here..." She pointed at the hickey on her collarbone. "That's the Death lords!" She spat out with a victorious smile on her face. "Are you showing off right now?" Lauren asked. "Stop lieing, the Death lord wouldn't kiss you, maybe one of those guards at the gate gave you that, don't you think girls?" Lauren asked.

Phoebe would get help and get me out of here. Fuck you brain for this thought. “You’re hesitating. You’re lying. aren’t you?” Nella sneers. “I am not. You’re far away from me and I was waiting for you to come closer. I’ll love to kiss you Nella. If it’s okay with you.” Don’t gag Kayla. Keep it down. She comes closer to me and I hear Phoebe retch. Nella’s eyes turn dark and She’s about to turn towards Phoebe but I kiss her lips.

Cold was not surprised, he was shocked, "The Alpha of blood moon Pack? But he is the one that imprisoned you....tortured you....took you as a slave..." She smiled, "I know who he is, Alpha Cole. I do not need your elaborate description "Her shoulders lifted and fell helplessly, "You can give all the description in the world but it did not change the fact that he owns my heart" "Please give me a chance" desperately, he covered the distance between them. Then his head lowered and he kissed her. Will she feel anything for this man's kiss? Damon was her first kiss. When he kisses her, she feels the world being swept from under her feet. She feels so beautiful whenever he touches her. Is it alway

There was some silence as the two sisters stared at each other, then Emily added, "So you say you like him that much, huh?" Elena nodded shyly, "Yes, I do," she replied, "And I know it might be hard for you to believe, but he's really sweet when he wants to be. He puts up this show to everyone so they think he's a big, bad, scary guy with tattoos but he's really not. He makes me laugh, and I'm happy when I'm around him. I can't seem to stop thinking about him and when he kissed me… I… " She stopped speaking because Emily's eyes had doubled in size, "You guys kissed? When?"

He put his palm on the wall as he moved closer to me and caged me in his strong arms, leaving me no space to escape. “Serena!” he spoke, bringing his lips close to my ear. Everything of his was intimidating including his hoarse voice. After all, he was the devil himself. “Hayden…” I couldn’t take proper breath as his fingers started to stroke my cheek. He clenched his jaw as he brought his finger close to my lips and his eyes darkened. The next thing he said scared me to the core. “I don’t understand if I should kiss you or kill you.” Though I was sure I wouldn’t die in his hands, I could not stop shivering. I looked into his tear-filled eyes which were gleaming with millions of emotions. He

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Damien fed her actual food after that, each bite accompanied by lingering kisses and promises of what he’d do to her once they recovered. By the time the clock struck three, Elena was thoroughly marked by his mouth and hands, and already craving the next private invitation. Chef Damien Voss was arrogant, demanding, and utterly intoxicating. And in his kitchen, she was more than happy to be the main course.