Drarry Kissing Novels & Stories

His touch was light and electric "Your pupils are dilated and you're not pushing me away. I can smell the arousal in your scent" He was right. I wasn't pushing him away. I was standing here, pressed against him, wanting his kiss more than my next breath. I was aroused. I wanted it, probably even more than he did. “Fine” I breathed. Darren kissed me. I kissed him back. He kissed me like he was claiming me. His mouth crashed down on mine in a demanding way. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me, taking me. There was nothing gentle about it - it was raw need and desire.

My lips moved towards his lips and he met mine hungrily. The kiss wasn't a sweet slow kiss but a rough and demanding kiss. I moaned in his mouth when he bit my lower lip and felt him smirk. Darren's hands moved to scoop me in his arms before placing my back on the bed. With his lips still locked in mine, he climbed the bed. His hands moved up and down my back against my clothes. I broke the kiss for some air and he captured my neck, sucking me there making me moan softly. His legs were now at both my sides, I wonder when he took that position

Drake wrap his hands around my waist and thereafter, I could hear screams from the students. “Kiss!” They shouted altogether that made my face to flush. Drake cupped my face with his massive hands and stared at me deep into my eyes. He wanted to kiss me, so I prepared myself for his lips. I close my eyes and in just a couple of seconds, I could feel his lips pressed against mine. My hands wrap around his nape and I respond to Drake's kiss. I could hear the students' applauded, which makes my face to flush.

And as I deepened the kiss, savoring the shiver that ran through her fingers against my cheek… I saw him. Through the glass panel of the hospital door. Drake. Standing there. Silent. Shattered. His hands curled into fists. His face drained of blood. His eyes locked on us. On me. And I knew he saw it all. I kissed her harder. Longer. Letting every groan of passion echo through the thin walls, knowing he could hear. Knowing he was bleeding. Her fingers tangled in my hair. And through the kiss, I opened my eyes just a fraction…

Vandal throws my legs over his shoulders and slams into me and I feel his cum flooding deeply into me, making me cum even harder. Van gently pushes Drax back as he seeks my mouth with his. Calming and igniting the storm within, then he rips his mouth away and sinks his fangs into the right side of my neck. Claiming me as his as we both explode again. Slowly pulling his fangs from my neck, he licks the wound and seals it. Drax pulls Van back by his hair forcefully and deeply kisses him, causing him to grow even more in my pussy. Van kisses Drax back and slams into me over and over again, I moan out loud and turn my head back to Drax’s cock and suck him into my mouth, moaning in pleasure.

It flew through the air, hitting the wet asphalt before being crushed by a passing vehicle. “Mr. Daryl!” Cheesy yelled angrily, her eyes wide in shock. Before she could say anything more, Daryl roughly grabbed her face and pulled her toward him. Without warning, his lips slammed into hers in a wild and furious kiss. Cheesy pushed against his chest with all her might. She struggled, hitting, slapping. But Daryl held her head tightly, not allowing her to escape.

She starts to cry again making drake chuckle as I shake my head “Seriously, I’ll adopt a sea full of kids but if you ask me to carry one again I’m sticking a womb inside you and your carrying it” He leans over, kissing my lips softly “I love you so so much Mrs moon” “Do you love me too?” layla wails, he giggles kissing me again “I love you both” He whispers against my lips as he kisses me again lightly, layla slams forward deepening it, drakes shock hits me through the bond immediately as he freezes slightly, but soon he slowly relaxes, kissing me back and pulling me onto his knee as he rolls onto his back. I moan, my hands going to his hair as I roll my hips against his bulging cock, it str

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.