Dr Who And Rose Kiss Novels & Stories

Her full breasts perked up on her chest, her nipples pointing at me accusingly. My eyes traced the loose dress and unconsciously landed on the length. I raised my gaze and caught her eyes feasting on my throbbing member. She was literally lusting for it. Whatever Darcy is doing tonight better be worth it. With just one step, I closed the distance between us and grabbed her face, covering it up in a kiss. Rosè responded with an even greater passion, licking and swirling her tongue inside my mouth. Passionately, then gently, passionately again, until we were both breathless.

Amara POV: Viktor Dragovic wants to make a deal with me? That’s fucking hilarious. I’ve killed men with more brains and less ego. He thinks tossing money and whispers my way will get my attention? He has no idea who he’s playing with. Still, I couldn’t help but grin as I stared at the encrypted message glowing on the screen: “The Devil offers a meeting. Midnight. Iron Citadel.” Drama much? I leaned back on the hotel couch, swirling cheap whiskey in a glass. My black boots were muddy from last night’s kill, blood still crusted on the laces. I hadn’t bothered cleaning them. Why would I? The mess was half the art.

And before I knew what was going on, I leaned in and kissed her. What? I just kissed Rosie Draven. My bestfriend. It wasn't rushed, it wasn't rough. Believe when I say I swear I didn't know how it happened. Her lips tasted like a mixture of strawberry, rain and cinnamon. Fucking addictive, soft, plush and inviting. The kiss meant everything. Every fucking thing in this universe, it felt like it was us against the world, like we were perfect, made for each other. Just a kiss? Of just a kiss could be this enticing... Then... Oh fuck!

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

Dylan didn't have to put much thought into his response; he immediately said, "No, of course not. What gives you the idea that I'm going to give you my kiss? Rose was unyielding in her refusal to give up. She moved closer to Dylan, but she made sure to maintain a respectful distance between them so that he wouldn't feel awkward. "Just a kiss on my hand, where it hurts," said Rose. "Just a kiss." Her voice was very subdued and had a low pitch to it. Dylan was met with the compassionate gaze of her strikingly beautiful face. The idea of being kissed by Dylan was very appealing to her.

Kissing… biting… claiming. A soft gasp escaped her lips. 😣 Her dress slipped slightly from her shoulders. And when Daniel’s eyes fell there— His voice turned husky. “My orange juice…” Without hesitation— He kissed there too. 💋 Rose froze. Completely still. Because for her— This was the first time. Yes… he had come close before… But she had never been conscious like this. Never this aware. Never this exposed. 🙈 Daniel lifted her gently—

He crashed his lips back down onto hers with a devastating, unyielding force that utterly consumed her scream. This kiss was entirely different from the last. It was raw, demanding, and dripping with an ancient, starving desperation. He parted her lips with a brutal, possessive swipe of his tongue, tasting her deeply, claiming every hidden corner of her mouth as if he were trying to swallow her whole. Rosalie whimpered, her hands tightening into useless fists above her head as the ropes held her captive. She tried to fight the kiss, tried to pull her head back, but Dominic’s grip on her neck was like a vice of solid iron.

He took her hand in his, brought her knuckles to his lips, and kissed them tenderly, never breaking eye contact. “Let me undress you, Draling sweety” he whispered. His voice was thick with desire, and his eyes, dark and smoky, gleamed with hunger. Aurora nodded, her heart hammering in anticipation. She wanted him to guide her through this, to show her the magic of love in the way only he could. Draven moved to her feet and bent down, kissing her toes. Aurora gasped—the sensation sent shivers running up her legs. He kissed her ankles, her calves, her thighs—every inch of her skin, slow and reverent, as if she were sacred.

That night I wanted to meet up with the girl my manager had set up to be my fake girlfriend, but instead I got kissed by a stranger. The kiss was the least thing I expected, and I almost flew into a rage, but how I managed to calm myself down was still something I didn’t understand. Unlike every other girl that I had come across, Rosie was quite different. She was bold, ruthless in her words, and most definitely was the first girl to ever say no to my proposal. I hated it. I hated the way she stared me down and told me no, considering the fact that I was doing her a favour.

He smirked as his lips found mine. Although I had just met him, I felt like i've known him forever. His kisses were passionate and possesive. I kissed him back with just as much. I have a mate, one that seems like he wants me as his mate, and I didn't want this moment to end. And Goddess, I'm so glad I never had sex with Mason. I wanted to save myself for my mate. Granted, he was my mate, but that doesn't matter anymore. I can be pure for Wyatt.