Novel & Cerita Hiccup And Astrid Kiss How To Train Your Dragon 2

Her audible breath denotes the growing tension in the air, and the hairs on her body stand on end as I gently touch her right arm. It's fascinating to witness the way Nihara's body responds to my touch. I watch her face intently as she closes her eyes and leaves her lips ajar. With trembling fingers, I gently caress her pleading mouth, slowly moving closer. Our breaths mingle in a frantic rhythm, and just as I'm about to kiss her, Astrid's surprised voice echoes through the room, interrupting our moment of intimacy. We pull away abruptly, surprised, our gazes fixed on the teenager who glares at us angrily.

, Jack is really my mate. We stared at each other, and all I saw in his face, is happiness and crave. "Ma...mate?" I stuttered almost in a whisper, as tears welled up in my eyes. Without waiting for me to recover from the shock, he grabbed me carefully, and crashed his lips on mine, kissing me tenderly, and softly, like his life depended on it... Astrid POV

It would still be their first kiss. He was bubbling in joy and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. "When your lips are busy, try to use your nose", Arthit spoke in between the kiss, teaching her how to breathe in between the kiss but as usual innocent Darika didn't understand him. Arthit left her and filled his lungs with air. Darika's chest heaved up and down fast, catching her Breath. "I want-", Arthit's voice was quieter now But Darika looked innocently bewilderingly at him.

Justine, confused and naive, turned from Atlas to Ares with narrowed brows, he pointed first at Ares and then at Atlas. “So there are two of them- you are-” Hiccup. “You’re se- f- both twins-” his lips turned into a sly grin. “You lucky bi-” I gasped as both brothers rushed at him, Ares got to him first and grabbed him by the collar and jacked him up in the air. Justine clawed at Ares arms as he’s face turned redder. Ares on the other hand didn’t seem bothered by the fact that he was about to strangle the guy with just his left arm. “What ar-e wh-” Justine hushed out while kicking at Ares.

She heaved in relief, glad that he was willing to accept his weakness and let her comfort him. Lacing her fingers through his hair, she gently massaged the back of his scalp. She felt his body ease off built up tension and relax at the same time. “Can I kiss you?" he asked, raising his head for her to see the need in his eyes. “Of course." She lowered her head for him to get access to her lips. Skimming his eyes over her lips, he went on to kiss her cheek. Astrid blinked her eyes in surprise as she didn't expect a kiss on her cheek. Her face quickly turned red as embarrassment settled on her ears.

One corner of his mouth lifted. “You can stay angry and still hear the truth.” Then he kissed my forehead and ruined the rest of my irritation completely. Training with Astrid changed in small ways too over those two weeks. We learned each other’s rhythms. She stopped speaking to me as if I might break under too much information. I stopped looking at every offer of help from her like it might be a trap. Not because I forgot caution. Because she kept proving she understood the difference between guiding and pressing. One day she had me standing barefoot on cool stone with both palms flat against a low boundary marker, eyes shut, breathing until the noise in my head finally thinned.

“Astrid’s in the training room with the twins. Why don’t you join them? Show her you’re ready to move forward?” My stomach dropped. “Now?” “No time like the present, right?” His smile was encouraging. ‘Trap,’ Eryndra whispered. ‘He’s testing you.’ I forced a smile. “You’re right. I should.” The walk to the training room felt like walking to an execution. I heard their voices before I reached the door. I stopped in the doorway. Astrid had Aria levitating a series of small objects while Ash watched, his eyes tracking the movement. She stood between them, hands guiding gently, voice calm and instructive.

I play with his reactions, modulating the rhythm and depth of my movements, observing his shivers, his sighs, his gasping breaths. I continue to ride him, to explore his body with my hands, my lips, to play with his patience and his desire. His breath becomes irregular, his moans deeper, and I feel we are both completely immersed in this shared vertigo. I laugh softly between kisses, my murmurs mingling with his, creating a hypnotic dance where provocation and passion intertwine.

Escape. I can't allow this to happen, even though everything inside me wants it to. More Ashrac, more kisses, more skin on skin. My eagle took notice of the dragon and that's not a good thing. Eagles mate for life. Hell no, not with dragonbreath. I move my head back, his follows, and the kiss deepens further. I clench his arms and try to push them away.

Our Elders used to say that our wolves stay in hibernation like snakes, gaining strength throughout our childhood and adolescence which is why their presence remains undetectable. I smile at him watching his lips curve up as well. He surges forward and seals our lips into a searing kiss. I reciprocate eagerly, cradling one side of his face and pulling him closer. I taste tears, his or mine, I don’t know, but I also feel his emotions crashing and entwining with mine — relief, hope, apprehension. ‘We will bring him back,’ Astrid says determinedly. I hum in agreement. ~~~~~