Novel & Cerita Dark Blue Kiss Novel English Translation

Dark. Violent. Beautiful. The kind of kiss that tastes like two lifetimes colliding. I pulled back only when my heartbeat doubled — two rhythms again. Mine. Zenaida’s. Us. I whispered, “We’re not done here.” He whispered back, “We never will be.”

Bela stared at me, her dark brown eyes swimming with unshed tears, her lower lip trembling. She opened her mouth to curse me, to order me out, to scream for the guards downstairs. Then, the air in the room shifted. Belarina’s breathless protests caught in her throat. The violent struggling of her hands against the glass slowly faltered. A soft, shuddering gasp tore from her lips, her traitorous body betraying her mind as seven years of shared secrets, blood covenants, and dark passion surged through her veins like liquid fire. Her fingers relaxed against my wet forearms. Her head tilted back against the glass, her mouth opening beneath mine to swallow my breath, kissing me back with a sudden

I had forgot about being naked. Without a word, I look into those blue eyes I have grown accustomed to looking back at me. I couldn’t help the jolt of pleasure that went through my body. He went to say something, but before he could, I sealed my mouth to his. I could say goodbye, right? I would have to leave after what I plan. Kissing him deeply, I moved my tongue along the seam of his lips, asking for entry. When he opened for me, I deepened the kiss. Pushing all my emotions into this one kiss with him. Slowly, I pulled back, maintaining eye contact with him. Sliding down his body ever so slightly, I impaled myself on his penis. Shifting down until I had taken all of him into myself. Ever s

she murmured into his skin, while Tristan closed his eyes, trying to make this desires take away the pain he's feeling because of Samantha. She finally stops kissing Tristan's neck and started to kiss on his jawline. After a while, Viviana took her own dress away, leaving only her bra on, before she continued to kiss every inch of Tristan's torso. She felt so good doing that to Tristan. Her hands kept roaming around Tristan's body, making him groaned. "Oooh..." When Viviana started to move her hips on Tristan's crotch, Tristan couldn't help letting out a very loud moan. He opened his eyes now and he quickly removed Viviana's bra, and started kissing and sucking on her breasts.

‎ ‎I groaned beneath the blanket. ‎ ‎“What?” ‎ ‎“I have news.” ‎ ‎“Is someone dead?” ‎ ‎“No.” ‎ ‎“Then wait until I've had coffee.” ‎ ‎“This is better than coffee.” ‎ ‎“Nothing is better than coffee.” ‎ ‎Maya sat beside me. ‎ ‎“My friend just messaged me.” ‎ ‎I opened one eye. ‎ ‎“Your Parisian friend?” ‎ ‎“Yes.” ‎ ‎“What did they say?” ‎

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

I whispered, my breath hitching as he leaned closer, his lips grazing my ear. His voice was dark, commanding, and impossibly seductive. "You have no idea what your body is capable of. Relax and let me teach you." He then got then got closer, looked at my pussy, and said, “ you’re so wet.” before taking his cock and rubbing it against my pussy. Finally, he stood over me and told me to lick my juice from the tip of his cock. I did, and he kissed me afterward.

Closed the space between them until their breath mingled and the bond howled under his skin. He tilted her chin up. Her eyes narrowed, part hatred, part challenge. “You sure?” he murmured, only for her to hear. She swallowed. “Make it look real.” So he did. He kissed her. But not like in the dream. This was raw. Open-mouthed. Devouring. Their bodies locked together with a force that burned through the falsehood. She tasted like smoke and rain. Her hands fisted in his shirt, and a low, desperate sound escaped her throat, a growl neither of them expected.

My heart thudded in my chest I swore that he could hear it from the other side of the door. As soon as he opened the door, he froze. Staring at me with a heated gaze. He took in every inch of me, his eyes raking from my head to my feet and back again. People were talking in the hall, and he entered all the way and slammed the door behind him, locking it. Without a word, he crossed the room and crashed his lips to mine. His body was draped over mine, but he held himself up on his elbows. He pulled away, “you are fucking hot.” His voice was husky as he trailed kisses down my throat and to the hem of the bra. His tongue darted out and licked my hard nipple through the fabric before he took it i

“Feel what you do. Feel what you’re choosing.” He began walking her backward, his mouth never leaving hers, his kiss a relentless, devouring force. Her world narrowed to the taste of him, expensive scotch and dark intent, and the dizzying sensation of moving without seeing. The backs of her thighs hit something solid and cool, the edge of a massive, low-slung desk of polished obsidian. Enzo broke the kiss, his chest heaving. In the city’s reflected glow, his eyes were pits of fire. “Up,” he commanded, his voice rough.