Novel & Cerita Derek And Stiles Kiss

the voice came out drawled and breathy. "Where are you?" The voice on the other end was icily furious. I winced, "Shh, your voice is breaking my ears." I mumbled, rubbing my face against Derek's chest. He said some very distasteful and angry swear words under his breath that half entered my brain and half flew away. "I just watched you kiss Derek on a damn live screen. What the fuck, Stalker?!" My body stiffened as I got confused. ”No I didn't kiss-” The memory rushed back in a flash.

He leans down and places a gentle kiss to my neck and lays his chin on my shoulder. "I am too, honey. I love you!" I glance at him in the mirror, grabbing his hands wrapped around my waist and leaning into him. I spin around and reach up to kiss him a little harder than I planned. He responds just as hard. This is our goodbye kiss. I feel his hand wrap itself in my hair as he holds the back of my head. He presses me into him a little and grab a hold of him tighter. I don’t want to let go. I want to freeze this moment but we both know that I can’t. I reluctantly let go, dropping down. I hadn’t even realized that my legs were wrapped around his waist. Derek reaches down and plants a small, gen

"I need to see it." Reluctantly, Lucas stepped back, and James returned with a phone. My stomach twisted as I took it from him. The moment I hit play, my breath caught in my throat. The video was unmistakable. Derek was kissing a woman in the lounge, and when they stopped, they disappeared into the restroom. I tried to keep calm, but the second kiss, then the third with two different women—each time in the same place—shattered me. But the last one? The final woman? I stared at the screen, my mind reeling.

I said, my voice cracking. As Derek and I stood together, our eyes locked in a deep gaze, I felt my heart racing with excitement. The tension between us was palpable, and I knew that I couldn't resist him any longer. Without a word, Derek took my face in his hands and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. His lips were soft and warm against mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as his tongue brushed against my lips, asking for permission to enter. I eagerly granted him access, and our tongues began to dance together in a fiery embrace.

I poked Derek's body with my elbow and said, "What the hell? Why didn't you tell me?!" "I can't think of a better opportunity than this to let everyone know that you are my wife." My heart skipped a beat. "You're doing this because..." Derek's fingers slid between mine until they fit perfectly together. Then he lifted and kissed the back of my hand, adding, "I want the world to know who you are." Just then, the curtain pulled back, and all the lights and cameras were focused on him and me. Everyone caught sight of Derek kissing the back of my hand, and screams nearly blew off the roof.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." And just then, Derek moved quickly. His lips crashed over mine in a hot and passionate kiss. He probed my lips with his tongue as I dropped my hands to his crotch, feeling his engorged cock through the fabric of his tailored pants.

Sophia asked. Derek nodded. They strode to the chamber. Derek could feel the troubling memories come. His breathing was becoming intense. Sophia skid her hand into his and like magic, it worked this time. He became totally fine. They completed the walk into the chamber. " Thank you, Sophia." Derek said. " I love you. " Sophia smiled and turned to him." I love you more." Derek wrap his hand about her neck and locked her lips in a warm but lovely kiss. The passion and pleasure was getting high when they heard people clapping . They looked. It were Badmus, Chloe, Vieira and Nosa. They were now family. A broad grin crossed their faces

"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.

I could hear his footsteps receding as I leaned harder into the kiss, knowing how certainly, watchful, grumpy, and dumb-alike he was — thinking we couldn’t see him. Derek’s hands rested on my back, never moving away, not providing downwards as he stroked his tongue inside mine, tasting and sucking every inch of me he could. He pulled away from me. I panted heavily, sucking in air raggedly. My lips are all swollen and raw, my cheeks burning. That is intimate time; I missed him just so. “Wanna tell me what’s going on now?” Derek asked, reaching for a bottle of water in his car and easing it gently against my cheek.

I said, standing in front of him so close that my breast was almost touching his chest. “Lydia….. I shut Mr. Derek up with a deep passionate kiss. Derek pulled me away aggressively. I could tell he wanted me too but his fear of what was wrong and right took over. “Don’t stop yourself.” I whispered. Mr. Derek carefully brushed his thumb on my lips. The next minute, Mr. Derek and I were sucking and licking each other's lips. Derek’s long thirst was finally quenched.