Kiss Of Venus Novels & Stories

The cool surface of the table met the warmth of her skin, sending a shiver through her body. Sophia gasped at the sensation, her toes curling as a wave of anticipation rushed through her. Her pussy clenched, a deep ache spreading through her, making her legs tremble with need. Dante’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading them slightly as he positioned himself between them. The kiss grew wilder, more demanding, their tongues tangling in a dance of hunger and possession.

Without breaking the kiss, he gently pulls me into his big muscular arms and further intensifies the kiss. His lips are warm and soft. They were partly sighted, allowing my tongue to slip inside. Our bodies are pressed together heatedly as I our lips joined with each other's. I can taste our shared breath and feel the taste of our combined heartbeat. Warmth blossoms in my chest, igniting it as Alpha Nolan leans in close, with his lips brushing tentatively. This is my first kiss ever. The smell of his perfume is dizzying and it causes butterflies to dance in my stomach. My eyes are closed and they seem to have gotten stuck.

But there was something different about Venus this time, he was putting on a dress, a very short one at that, he had makeup on and he was beautiful. There is no way you could tell that Venus has a penis

Blanche uttered, hitching her breath; trying to keep her composure in front of her wife. Venus softly giggles as she caresses Blanche's cheek. "Then, don't." She simply responded while her point finger was making its way, tracing Blanche's facial features. "I'll let you lose your self-control, but only for me," Venus naughtily said as she raised her heels, leaned her face towards her wife's and initiated a passionate kiss. She clung her arms around Blanche's nape for support as Blanche pulled Venus closer to her. One minute they were kissing and the next thing they knew was that Venus lying down on their bed while Blanche's on top of her.

Venus extended her hand and was about to place down the cup and pour more wine into it when her expression changed. A surge of hotness crashed over Venus, causing her face to flush red, and let out a seductive moan. “Ahhhh!” Venus clamped her thighs together and bit her lower lips with tears pooling in her eyes. Immediately, she began to writhe and used her hand to fan herself, “Hot. Hot. How can I feel so hot?” She cried out in a seductive voice while blinking.

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.

She stated and suddenly kissed me. That was the first time my lips touched hers. I've kissed so many women in my lifetime but she was unforgettable. The kissed we shared was slow and sensual. We kissed so deep like our lives depend on it. Our clothes were being discarded as our kiss continued to deepen. Then she moaned and called out another man's name. I stopped kissing her and lay her in bed. She was fast asleep after a few minutes. I couldn't help but watch her sleeping. I watch her sleep the entire evening. When I saw the sun was already up I left her alone. I left a note - thanks for the wonderful night.

Venus was a hot mess, her hands tangled in his dark locks. He slanted his mouth across hers, gaining more access, deepening the kiss further. His hands rushed over her heated form, as she moaned in his arms, returning the kiss with equal ardor. Goddess the passion she had was going to kill him. Venus was the first to break away, breathing heavily. Both looked thoroughly ravished. Venus raised her trembling fingers to her swollen lips, Dante watching her, his eyes dark with lust, his arms flexing from the strain of holding himself back.

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I whisper, "Ding, Ding, Round 3!" Pulling him down close enough to nip at his bottom lip, Dragon curses under his breath in Spanish, then crashes into me. The kiss was a bayou storm—untamed, all-consuming, devouring the space between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. I was the drought-parched earth; he was the lightning strike. Our tongues clashed like two weather fronts, and when he bit my lip, I tasted copper and the promise of rain. Flipping me onto my back, his laughter muffled against my mouth. His hands roam but linger at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I nod, breathless.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.