Derek And Stiles Kiss Mga Nobela at Kwento

I whispered to him. "I told you… I wasn't leaving you," Sky whispered back. I didn't care about anything right now. I leaned up and slammed my lips against his in a soft, desperate kiss that tasted like everything good and felt like life returning to my body. I stayed there for a long time, just holding his hand, making sure he wouldn't vanish again. I didn't notice Stiles and Grey had walked into the room, watching us until… "Alright, alright, cut it out," Stiles said evenly, though he was grinning.

Ophelia reached him and immediately pressed herself into his side, her hand sliding over his chest like it had every right to be there, and she smiled down at the crowd before looking at me, really looking at me, with something sharp and pleased in her eyes. I swallowed hard and lifted my head. “Theo,” I said, and my voice sounded wrong to my own ears, thin and shaky, “what is happening.” He cleared his throat and adjusted the microphone, still not meeting my eyes. “Derek,” he said, like my name was something awkward he had stepped on, “this is not the time.” I shook my head, rain dripping from my hair onto the floor. “What do you mean it is not the time,” I asked, my words tumbling over eac

Blake slowly lifted a hand. His fingers brushed Ethan's cheek. "You really do," he whispered. Ethan's heart hammered against his ribs. "...Blake." The taller boy leaned forward. Slowly. Giving Ethan every chance to pull away. He didn't. Their lips met. Softly. Gently. Nothing rushed. Nothing desperate. Just... Warm. Ethan's eyes fluttered shut. His fingers instinctively gripped Blake's hoodie as he kissed him back. Longer this time. Neither detention. Nor impulse.

Fresh wetness coats his hand. He doesn’t pull out immediately. He keeps his fingers buried deep, letting me ride out the aftershocks, then slowly withdraws and brings them to his mouth. He sucks them clean while staring into my eyes. “Delicious,” he says. “Let’s take this somewhere more private. Tell your husband to follow if he wants the full show.” My legs are shaky as we stand. Ryan stays a discreet distance behind as we head to the elevators. In the mirrored elevator, Derek presses me against the wall and kisses me hard, his hand sliding under my dress again to cup my soaked pussy. Ryan watches from the corner, eyes full of love and raw lust.

Until now. I bit my lip and took one step toward him. “Maybe I don’t want you to be good, Derek.” That was all it took. He moved fast. In two strides he had me pinned against the kitchen counter, his big hand gripping my jaw as he kissed me hard. There was nothing gentle about it. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming me. I moaned against him, my hands grabbing his shirt. “Fuck, Riley,” he growled, breaking the kiss. “You have no idea what you’re starting.”

Kathleen brow furrowed, "you take much pride in bearing playboy don't you?" Derek shrugged at her words, "just as you take much pride in always reminding me that I am one" "Well I might not be a play whatever but I'll be friends with Stefan and that's final, he's nice, handsome, and...." Derek grabbed her arms as his gaze pinned her, cutting her words short, she gasp in surprise at the fury in his eyes, "yes, go on, and what?" He growled at her and she wiggled trying to break free from his grasp but he simply came closer, his breath mere inches from hers, he smelt of fresh bath and aftershave, his broad chest stared at her face and her eyes followed the trace of water running down his chest,

Like have a relationship with me even though I'm a shifter? “Yes, yes, yes. I don't care. You're your own person, Derek and I love your wolf too.” She smiles. “I think he loves you too.” He says, pulling her in for a hug. She hugs him back and Dale starts clapping. “Whoop! They're finally together. Congratulations guys.” He says to them They finally break apart and Maya kisses Derek. “Oh shit! Things just got intense.” Dale says, covering his eyes. I chuckle and look at Raven. She had a big smile on her face.

"Please do not cry because of me." "I am not crying because of you," I said. "I am crying because I hate that you are hurting." Derek's other hand came up to frame my face, both of his palms warm against my cheeks. "Lila," he whispered. I knew what was about to happen. Knew I should step back. Should maintain distance. But I did not move. Derek leaned down slowly, giving me time to pull away. When I did not, his lips met mine in a kiss that was soft and gentle and completely different from the hungry kiss at his party.

Derek turned to Amanda and embraced her, kissing her forehead. "Ever since my first day here as heir to the Quinton Consortium, you have stood by my side, allowed me to settle into my role, defended me against worthless low-lifes and shared my joys and problems. I could not have asked for a better secretary and girlfriend than you, Amanda. I love you." said Derek. Amanda blushed and smiled and they share a passionate kiss. Their embrace soon got more intense. Next thing they knew, they were fondling each other. Derek was about to take off Amanda's sundress when suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Well… maybe you're right. I liked what I saw.” Derek’s gaze dropped briefly before returning to my face. “I figured.” Silence settled between us for a moment, then he added quietly, “I just wasn’t expecting this to happen today.” “This?” He gestured vaguely between us. “The kiss.” My lips curved slightly. “Our first kiss," he added as he looked at me again. “And definitely not right after Bri confessed her love to you.” That part made me wince a little. “Yeah,” I admitted. “The timing wasn’t great.”