Derek And Stiles Kiss Mga Nobela at Kwento

He ended the kiss by biting on her lower lip and Isis gasped at the intimacy of the action. They didn't dare say a word to each other. They knew this was supposed to be avoided but Isis felt as if she needed that one moment and so did Lex. With one last lingering kiss on her lips, Lex let Isis go and she knew that was her signal to leave. She bent to retrieve her fallen bag, once in hand she gave a half-hearted smile to Lex who grabbed her once more in his arms and placed a chaste kiss upon her forehead and then allowed her to leave.

"Derek does have a love interest. I promised to help him get the girl if did me one tiny favor. Of course, he agreed. Eagerly." Stacey's jaw was hanging off the floor. "Derek likes someone? Like a boy?" "No. A girl." "What?" She shrieked. "But everyone thought he's gay." "He's definitely not." "This should be on the news." "That's completely unnecessary. Anyway," I said, changing the subject. "We should change." "Change?" Stacey turned to me, gazing at me strangely. "Yes. Change." I confirmed, unbuckling my seat belt and then reaching out for the huge bag in the back seat.

He's never seen her laugh like that since. The dance ends, and Pete kisses Roselyn publicly while the pack cheers. Derek watches her hands hang limply at her sides, watches how she doesn't kiss back so much as endure being kissed. The crowd sees devotion. Derek sees resignation. "I need air," he mutters, pushing away from the wall. He exits the great hall through a side door, welcoming the bite of November wind against his flushed face. The courtyard is empty, most of the pack inside celebrating. Derek leans against cold stone and tries to sort through the tangled mess of his thoughts.

he whispered in my ears . He slammed into me , but not to the extent I knew he could. His mouth slammed down on mine and just us kissing , it had felt like days since we kissed properly. His tongue swept into my mouth, swallowing up my moans of pleasure. Ripping my lips from his . I look at his handsome face , even now I still want to pinch myself. Knowing he is mine , out of everything that has happened to me. This part is the part that doesn't seem the realest. " I love you Derek " I gasped out in a moan , my voice sounds breathy and deep. Derek smiled , and it only made him more sexy. He looked down between our bodies , then when he looked back up his eyes were yellow. Runner was on the e

He didn’t stop, just kept licking me through it, drawing it out until I was trembling so hard the stool creaked. “Love you,” he said. “Call me later, okay?” “Love you—bye—” I stabbed the end button and the phone clattered to the counter. Derek stood up behind me, fingers still buried deep, mouth wet with me. He leaned over my shoulder and licked a stripe up my neck. “Good girl,” he growled in my ear. “You came with your husband on the phone. That deserve a reward?” I spun the stool to face him, grabbed his sweatpants, and yanked them down. His cock sprang free, already rock-hard and leaking at the tip.

I don't understand why he is treating me like this. This hurt. Like, really hurts. I watched Derrick walking down the hall holding hands with Emily and kissing on the forehead like a sweet boyfriend. He was never like this with me. Because we never dated. I rolled my eyes. What an asshole. I thought we had something; well, at least I thought we were friends. But I was wrong. I felt my heartbreak inside my chest. I need to leave before he sees me crying. So, I rubbed my eyes so Derrick didn't see my tears clouding my eyes. I don't want him to tease and see my tears. As I walked down the hall. I looked back I saw something that made me break inside. I saw Derrick and Emily making out in front

he said against my lips, thrilling me because he noticed I was finally wearing one… For him. I hummed deep in my throat. “I bet you’ll like what’s under it even more.” With a groan, he kissed me harder, and his hand crept down, seeking the hem of the skirt. Two feet away, the elevator doors opened onto the third floor. Ezra and I sprang apart, both of us winded and wiping our mouths as we turned to cringe guiltily at the man waiting to board. Hayden shook his head and let out a long, harassed sigh. “I should’ve known you two wouldn’t be able to stay away from each other.”

“I'll come back for you.” Lisa can't even respond as he kisses her, she kisses him back. Some pull she has to him when he kissed her. A feeling she couldn't explain when her eyes shut close. But she pulls away almost immediately, she pushes him away. She can't believe she just kissed another man who isn't James in their home. She doesn't even know him. He smirks and grazes his finger on his lips while looking at her. “Next time I kiss you, you won't be pulling back.”

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”