Judas Kiss Novels & Stories

Possessively. Jace’s tongue rakes over mine, his thumbs pressing into the pulses of my wrists, hips locking me between him and the wall. Rocking into me, letting me feel the huge outline of flesh behind the belt of his dress pants. The kiss is blatant, sexual. Frenzied. And it pulls me along in its swift current, demanding participation.

"Don't thank me. You have the habit of controlling boys. You got Richard and now you have my two brothers. I know Nate only sides with the truth and if he thinks you are innocent then I will have to give you a try." "Thanks." "Give me your phone, I will send the message." Aaron grabbed Aviana's phone while she chased after him. "Give me my phone! You don't even know how to type a romantic message." She yelled after him. "I know how to flirt. Just listen to this. Wait, what's the guy's name?" "Mason." "Hey Mason, it's me, Aviana. I just wanted to know if you will be free this afternoon. I would love to have lunch with you at Casa Vega at 2:30 pm. If it's OK, text me back. All love."

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax.

I turn and see Jude fuming, knowing that he needs an outlet, I step up to him and take his hand, “Use me, Master. I’ll make it all better for you.” He gazes down at me, breathing really hard, and then grasps my hair and crashes his mouth against mine. The kiss is brutal, and I’m hoping the fucking he’s going to give me is the same. Pulling away from me with his jaw clenched, he orders, “Playroom now, sweet girl; tonight, you will get your pain.”

Her laughter was effortlessly contagious so I smiled along, letting her pull her up to lead the way to where we were going to paint. Wherever she brought me too, was like a park with different colorful painting on the wall. Like a graffiti. I creased my brows in flummox. Was not graffiti like seriously illegal and they would lock you up if you are caught? The girl looked up at me, a huge smile still played out on her face, “No it is not illegal and here is a graffiti spot.” I blinked back in surprise, did she—did she just… She stretched forth her hand again for a handshake, “My name is Judas , nice to meet you, friend.”

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

he looked like he had just walked out of a Gucci runway with that armani suit that held every bicep contouring every muscle on his body. "I thought we would meet again but definitely not here." Spencer said smoothly backing her up next the wall. The were so close her chest was pressed onto his rigid chest. Her nipples immediately became hard, she felt beyond wet. "I thought you went back to Los Angeles." She almost hiccupped at how close they were. He didn't waste any time locking lips with her, she immediately responded. Adela had been thinking about this kiss throughout the week. She had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. His lips tasted like mint and cinna

Djena He kisses me passionately, his tongue slips inside my mouth, he finds mine and captures it, teasing it, biting it gently. With exquisite slowness, he regained control, slipping between my thighs with a determination that was both gentle and imperious. He sinks into me with deliberate slowness; I feel every part of his length invading me little by little: he is so huge! Bigger than Jack! Oh my God, he's going to tear me apart. He fills me completely.

* Elena stared at the screen. Then a second message arrived beneath it. Same number. Immediate. *James Knight had a son. Not Alexander. Another one. Older. Hidden.* *He has been watching everything.* *And he wants the compass.