Katara Kissing Aang Novels & Stories

Kat rolled her eyes at us, earning an annoyed rumble from both our wolves. “I thought you were a wolf, not a scared puppy, mi perrito.” She smirked at Reegan. He raised an eyebrow at her. Languages were never his thing. “My puppy.” I whispered the translation to him. He outright growled at that but Kat was completely unfazed. Instead of cowering, the little minx stripped off her jeans and t-shirt, standing there in nothing but her lacy bra and panties. Then before we could even react, she stepped forward, kissed us both on the cheek, whispered goodnight and pushed us both out the door, slamming it in our faces.

She moans. When I reach up to play with her beautiful round breasts that are bouncing in my face, she slaps my hands down. "No touching." "Kitten," I start to protest, flexing my hands, unable to be submissive a moment longer. I start to voice my opinion on the matter, but Katrina rolls her hips exactly how I like it, and I'm lost in the blissful feeling of being inside her. "Samael," Katrina sings, pausing her movements, "I want you to fuck my mouth, and Luka, I want you to fuck Samael.

He declared between the kiss. Kyara couldn't resist his smooches. She was aroused in the same way he was in a feral flare. She kissed him back with the same ferocity. Their tongues fought with each other for dominance. Nathan held the back of Kyara's neck and deepened the kiss, occupying every corner of her mouth.

“ Katarina, You act like all we do is have sex. We do other things.” She tried to move away from me but I pulled her closer. “ What do you want from me?, She asked. ” I came in closer to her, whispering, “ Submission, Katarina,” I grabbed her breast hard and she whimpered, “ If I want you, I will take you anywhere, anytime I want. You are for my pleasure. I will do with you as I please, my angel” I turned her around and slammed my mouth against hers in a hard, punishing kiss. “ You will not fight me, you will submit.”

, Darika said as her eyes were down playing with her ornaments, Completely missed how his Adam's apple Bob up and down the moment her dress fell on the floor. "Okay, then kiss me", Arthit said and Darika nodded her head in agreement. Darika pecked on his cheeks and Arthit rolled his eyes at her childishness. "I told you to kiss me, which means you have to kiss me on my lips", Arthit spoke while continuing to stare at her. His words made her puff her cheeks. "This is called Chumma, not a kiss", Darika huffed slightly because according to her kissing on their lips meant Chumma which is why when he asked her to kiss.

Mei is already In love 🥰🥰🥰🥰 So Katika won't die bayii 🙄🙄🙄🙄 How will she even do this 🥺🥺🥺 I love y'all 💞💞

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face. “Jer?” “Shut up, Kyle. “ The next thing I feel is his fingers digging in my new short hair and he's kissing me. Not slowly and carefully like he did last time. But hungry and hot. I press towards him and return the kiss. * * * Eva

Her eyes widened in surprise, and tangled my fingers with her hair, pulling her closer as I attacked her lips with my own. Katerina kissed me back, wrapping her own arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. I lowered my hands to her bum, squeezing it as I rolled my hips against her own, moving her hips over me, forcing her body to match my own rhythm. I stood up with her in my arms, wrapping her legs around my torso, I smirked into the kiss when I walked to the bed, laying Katerina on it. She raised herself on it, laying on the pillow, watching as I stripped myself off my shirt.

“We decided we were much better off as friends.” “Do you know the groom, then?” I asked courteously, sipping mechanically on my champagne and trying not to panic. Slowly, though not without a fight, my anger toward him was giving way to my desire to kiss him, to run my fingers through his hair, to trace the words in his tattoo. I wanted him to not look so damn tired.