Romans & histoires Kiss Shot Acerola Heart Under Blade

He brushes her hair aside and sighs. “Nico, to remove the scars I have to kiss her. That is the only way I have been able to use my gift. It’s like when I kiss someone, what ever it is I am healing is pulled from them and flows into me.” Ace growls in my head pacing. Neither one of us like the idea of someone else kissing our mate. But if it’ll get rid of her scars I will stand aside. “Easy Ace. Do this for our mate. Remember it’s not a sexual thing. It’s a medical thing.”

So much for him growing up. “And it is that a hickey I see?” My hands flew to my neck so fast and I looked away from Kai. This was not how I expected my Saturday morning to go. “It’s not, it’s just a pimple.” “No, I know what a hickey looks like that is definitely it.” I could hear the humour in Kai’s voice and it just frustrated me more than I already was but it wasn't his fault but my own. “You went out and came back with a hickey, damn Miller, who knew you still had it in you. But then again…” Kai paused and I finally looked back at the screen. “I always thought you didn't like that kind of thing. So, who is she?”

He removes the switchblade from his pocket, flicking his wrist to open it, and places it in his mouth, lodging it between his teeth. His gaze meets mine in the mirror as he lowers his pants and lifts the skirt of my gown over my hips. A cool breeze caresses my ass. Ace removes the switchblade from his mouth and holds his left palm up. “If you shed blood. I shed blood too, Little Bird.” The metallic blade glistens in the mirror as Ace glides it across his palm; slicing it open. As I watch blood surfacing and pooling from his fresh wound, my eyes widen, and a throaty gasp spills from my lips.

My eyes closed and did it like a pro this time. It tastes... salty and sweet like salted caramel. Drips of sweats rushed down Dr Karsyn’s chest. It made my tongue involuntarily switch up and catch his effort. Hmmm. Why does it taste so good? Dr Karsyn smirked at me. Felt being shy and embarrassed, I continued doing what he told me. This time, I level up kissing it. Giving his nipples a hungry french kiss and sucked hard on it. “Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhhh. Ohhhhh yeah! Ahhhh fucking slut! Eat my nipples! Suck it like a pacifier! Suck it well because the life of your loved ones depends on it,” with that being said. The talents hidden from the deepest dungeon of my mind, I showed him.

I looked at Sebastian one last time. Then I raised the dagger high — so everyone could see. The whole courtyard held its breath. And I slammed the blade down. Right into the ground beside Sebastian’s knee. The sound rang out through the stone. “No,” I said softly. Gasps filled the air. The crowd shifted. Shock rippled around us.

“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.

I slightly tilt my head and let our lips touch. Have you ever seen one of those guns that push out confetti? It’s like when there’s a crowd of people, and you can hear the shot followed by confetti dropping on everyone. I would imagine that’s the best description of what’s happening right now. I’ve never been close to one of those guns, but I’m going to say that my guess is pretty spot on. Akia has the softest lips I’ve ever experienced. I swipe my tongue across the seam of her lips. She opens her mouth slightly, and I waste no time pushing my tongue into her mouth. I always thought she’d probably taste sweet, but this is beyond my imagination.

Her dark hair was pulled into a tight braid, the scar slicing across her cheek giving her an edge of brutal beauty. Valerie lounged with her boots kicked up, blonde curls a stark contrast to the glint in her eyes. She twirled a knife in her fingers like it was a paintbrush. Jace was quiet, unreadable. He sat nearest the wall. Barely out of his teens, with his fingers dancing across a tablet, he was the hacker prodigy who could crumble governments from behind a screen. Damir sat beside Jace. The sniper. Icy blue eyes. A face like winter’s wrath. He didn’t speak.

Ace smirked triumphantly before he tilted Blaze's face and pressed a gentle kiss on his soft lips in front of everyone to see. ****😘💋😘****