If I Were To Kiss You And Go To Hell の小説・ストーリー

Making me face him again. "Say that again!" He roars at me and I feel his anger. " I will never be yours" I growl at him. His lips come crashing down on mine and he devours my lips in a soul-destroying kiss. Dominant and hungry! The bond stirred to life and a moan escape my lips. I don't want this stupid bond, fighting my urges I bit down hard on his lip, drawing blood. He grunts but releases me. " get off me" I roar at him.

"What do you think of me? I am not a kid. Kiss me on lips" My breathing became heavy. I cannot kiss him, willingly. "You have very little time to save your brother's life" He pulled me towards him and my front collided with his chest. "Kiss me before..." Accepting it as my fate I placed my lips on his shutting his mouth from saying anything further. After two seconds I pulled back. He placed his hand at the back of my head not allowing me to move away and spoke before claiming my lips into a hungry kiss. "Welcome to the Hell, Ella" This is when a lone tear escaped my eye.

I thought and felt my lips parted slightly, as though he was right in front of me, and I was ready to be kissed. Goddamn it. I’m truly in hell.

he replied again. Kim looked even more upset. His forefinger finally lowered, but he still maintained his fierce gaze on Ronald. Kim's honey-brown irises were slowly sinking into Ronald's jet-black irises. The previously laughable atmosphere before suddenly turned intense. Neither Kim nor Ronald took their eyes off from each other. Kim didn't know what Ronald was thinking though, nor did Ronald know what Kim was thinking about. And then, Kim started to say, "Hey, Ronald. Would you kiss me?" ***

Greedy ass bastard. “Then kiss me.”

"I want to kiss you so bad!" "I want to fùck you so bad!" ****

It came out cracked. "Go to hell." He didn't move for a second. Then he turned his head and pressed an open-mouthed kiss higher, right at the edge of where I was already starting to ache. His tongue dragged once, slowly. And I jerked hard. He lifted his mouth just enough to speak against my skin. "What else, Ember?” "I said, Go to hell." He planted another kiss higher. It was appalling how fast my body answered him. "You can't do this to me," I said, my voice shaking with fury more than fear. "You don't get to decide I'm a liar and then crawl between my thighs the second it's convenient."

“Make love to me.” Damon asks, “Are you sure?” I'm lying on my bed and he's lying on top of me, patiently looking at me. “Yes.” I reach my hand up and cup his face. I lean up to kiss him. I feel everything in this kiss, everything. I don't know how long we kiss and I really don't care. I just can't believe this is all happening to me. I'm not human and I'm about to make love with a demon…a demon who is the Prince of Hell and I'm his mate. His mate...wow. I guess there is such a thing as soulmates!

“We had a little heart to heart, remember?” “And I told you to go to hell.” “I’m already there.” I held out a hand. “Dance with me.” She stared at my hand like it was a snake. “Why?” “Because I asked nicely.” "Once again, go to hell" I smirked. "Just this once bella" “Fine,” she said, placing her hand in mine. “But if you step on my feet, I’ll break your nose.” “Noted.”

I didn't give him the chance to explain. Before shutting the door, I played the role of a woman who'd lost the man she loved dearly to perfection. "Let's get divorced, Harvey. I still love you, but I can't stand the thought of sharing you with another woman."