Novel & Cerita Kiss The Blood Off My Hands

I whisper the words over and over again, hoping that somehow, they get through to him. He takes a shuddering breath. His hands move against my back, and I feel the sticky warmth of his blood through my shirt. I grab his arm and pull it back around me so his wounded hand is between us. I take his hand in mine and bring it to my lips, and then I proceed to kiss a path along each of his cuts, brushing my mouth delicately along the torn skin. His blood is salty, metallic on my tongue, but I don't mind the taste.

I caressed her body, massaging the most the most sensual parts of her body and could hear her galloping heartbeat. She ran her hands down my side, gasping with every touch and kissing me with so much passion. The smell of her blood was becoming too strong, too strong for me to withstand. I rolled off her and she caught her breath. The smell of her blood was like a thick mist that clouded over my face. I reached into the my pocket of my jacket and removed the cloth, placing it over my nose and drawing in a long breath. I felt the urge I had for her blood beginning to slowly dissipate but I only pressed th cloth more hard against my nose.

"I can explain, Keanne. I swear, I can explain it. Just... just..." I lowered my head, my teeth biting down on my lips. "I don't want to hear it anymore." Her eyes widened, but I started to walk away, my need to forget it all overcoming everything. "Keanne," she said, holding onto my hand. I turned, yanking it away from her, my eyes wide. The pain cut through my hand, and I hissed, just as the rose fell off her hand to the floor. It was stained with as much of her blood as mine, and her hand was trembling hard, the blood all over her palm.

The blood in my leg trickled like a water fountain. “In your stinking, disgusting, irritating, abhorrent, vile, and stupid life, ever place your repugnant hand on my body! Whoever may be your audacity plug, he should be praised for giving you such gut. Russian cunt” Kira flared at me. That same sizzling and fierce countenance flashed back. She grabbed my hand now firmly and flung it away, nearly making me to lose my balance.

There's blood on my hands now, and it's still warm, and that makes me feel so sick I think I might throw up. I look down at my hands, and they've got these red smears all over them. My stomach feels like it's doing flips. It's like I did something really wrong just by touching him, like I wasn't supposed to. Now I've got his blood on me, and my hands won't stop shaking while I stare at them. I feel so guilty, even though I didn't do anything wrong. How did this happen? Who would do something this awful?

“Nothing.” “I can smell your blood, don’t lie to me.” He lends his hand to me so I showed him the cut. He snatched my hand and pulled me closer. He brought my hand to his mouth and sucked my blood. I panicked when I felt him tighten his grip. He moaned enjoying my blood but my sight spun.

His lips were slightly open while focusing to my forehead, clearly don’t want to be disturb. I annoyingly avoided myself to him and tries to let his hand off of my hand but didn’t succeed. “Stay still.” Authority was screaming in his voice as he intertwined our hands. I feel like I can hear the drops of water in the sink because of the sudden silence between us. My breath hitched after realizing that instead of letting my hand go, he then remained it like that for a whole minute while treating my wound. I swallowed my lump as my chest continue to thump faster than before.

Not tonight. "And I am going to enjoy washing your blood off of my hands!"

I knew not to scream; someone would call the cops and Gods know I don’t need that hassle. It feels like fighting against tar, the anger weighs more and more, pressing against my body. Pulling me down until I blackout. I hit a few more times before I registered that there was a searing pain in my right hand. I stopped and suddenly realized that there was a spray of sticky blood all over and a metallic smell in the air. Blood all over me, all over the couch and wall.

I turn around and head to my room. Fisting my hands, I walk in, just in time to see my lover undressing. I was mad, frustrated. Was he so eager to find me? Feeling desperate, I approach my lover and kiss him. As he holds me against his body, I feel his need in me. Standing in the middle of my room, I let my lover kiss me and undress me. Feeling my bloodthirst, I snap my fingers. Making my lover stay still, I order him to rise. As I circle my arms around his neck, I bite, drinking his blood.