Romans & histoires Kiss London After Midnight

The kiss never broke, wet, and filthy, both tongues tangling as Zachary held him up like he weighed nothing, one hand supporting his ass while the other stayed tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head for a better angle. Zachary’s mouth moved to Ezekiel’s jaw, sucking and biting a line down to his neck, leaving a dark, possessive mark just below his ear before returning to devour his lips again. Their tongues slid together in slow, deliberate strokes, mouths open and slick, while their breaths mingling hotly. "Umm Zachary..." Ezekiel moaned softly into the kiss, the sound finally free now that Leon was gone, his fingers digging harder into Zachary’s shoulders as he rocked hi

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

Leaned back against the seat. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. One message: “Room 1427. Midnight tomorrow. Door unlocked.” No name. No signature. But I knew. I stared at the screen for a long minute. Rain streaked the cab window. My pussy clenched—still sore, still leaking, still wanting. I typed back: “I’ll be there.” I hit send. The cab pulled away from the curb. London lights blurred past. I closed my eyes. Felt the ache between my legs.

Then the kiss broke. Callista stayed laying on the floor, now Madri slinked down her babysitter's body. She planted a kiss on Callista's lips, then her chin, then her neck, then between here breasts. Then she kissed each of Callista's breasts, tasting the softness of the girl's nipples, feeling her lips melt into them. Then she kissed Callista's stomach. Finally, though Callista's skirt, Madri kissed the girl's pussy. Callista moaned and squirmed.

They looked too good to resist. “God, you’re poison,” he groaned into my ear. I bit my lip without meaning to. “Biting your lip only makes me want to kiss you more.” He yearned. “Then do.” “I’ll be back soon,” he said again, loosening his grip and turning for the door,but stopped. And in the very next breath, he turned back, stormed toward me, and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle, at all. It was fire meeting gasoline, clashing and consuming. His hands gripped my face with a desperation that stole the breath right out of me.I clutched at his shirt, tugging him closer like I needed him to stay or I’d drown.

She needed time to adjust… time to *accept*. I tightened my grip on her waist, pressing her into me until there was no space left. “Wake up at midnight, kiss me, then go back to sleep. Wake early, kiss me, and sleep again. Wake late, kiss me before your bath. After bathing, kiss me again. Before breakfast, kiss me. After breakfast—”

Lucien was the better interrogator, because I wouldn’t have asked a single question; I would have ended up throwing punches and walking out, adding nothing to the fact that I was already annoyed with those humans. I reached the VVIP booth and slid into my usual seat. The plush black cushion sank under me. From here, I had a perfect view of the whole chaos going on in the club. The music throbbed like a second heartbeat, and bodies, both humans and wolves, were grinding against each other under dim lights and heavy bass. The reason LUNARIS was the best club in Nocturne City. I took a slow sip of whiskey I poured for myself earlier, as I watched one girl laugh as two young men boxed her in, th

Our kissing turns desperate, nearly feral, filling the room with the sounds of our heavy panting, moans and sliding movements of wet skin as we thoroughly please each other. Pushing my hips flat on the bed, Randy removes his finger from inside of me, leaving me momentarily empty and whimpering in need. Chuckling darkly at my pitiful noises, Randy rolls me flat on my back, lowering himself between my open thighs. “Aww, don't pout. I want a late-night snack." Randy murmurs, with his lips barely an inch from my throbbing center. When his hot mouth envelops me, I arch my back and moan. He sucks and laps at me for several minutes before inserting two fingers up to the knuckle without warning, pro