Kissed By A Needle Novels & Stories

"You smell so fucking good, Rain." I try to pull myself away now that I can still think for myself. He bend's his head and kisses my neck. I find myself moving my neck to give him access. Gosh, I'm so weak. "Please," Xavier whispers as his trails kisses from my neck to my lips. He kisses me and I kiss him back. The bat falls out of my hand as Xavier lifts me and I cross my hands on his neck. He deepens the kiss and I moan into his lips.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

After a moment, he pulled back and searched my face. “What was that for?” I surprised myself with the amount of venom in my voice. His kiss had sent want scorching down into the very marrow of my bones, but I needed someone to be angry with, and he was the closest person. He had hurt me. His eyebrows came together above those beautiful eyes. Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

All she remembered was his golden touch in the garden she thought paradise. His one touch…his one whisper…his kisses to remembered for an eternity. She was…she is…she always will be Aiwa, the broken rose with smiling eyes. Her body, her mind belonged to the jackal of the night. She will never escape the shadows of darkness. Her fate was concealed on the day of sixteen candles lasting seven days. She was Gia…she was Mia, the woman with silent tears gleaming in the moonlight. Beneath the High Moon, in the Garden of Evil, forever more knowing only one touch, one whisper, one kiss, her eternity…

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

my memories. "Until tomorrow, beautiful,” he whispered softly as he placed a kiss to my frozen lips. I winced as I felt a second needle piercing the side of my neck. Please don’t let them do this to me, I pleaded to the heavens. A tear rolled down my cheek, catching my ear. And then the world went dark.

Smooth, freshly shaved, and now marked by him. The rose vine took shape slowly, thorns sharp and delicate, petals soft. Every time the needle hit a particularly sensitive spot near my clit, a jolt shot through me. I tried to stay quiet. Really, I did. But another soft, breathy moan slipped out when he wiped the excess ink away with a gentle thumb, the latex cool against my heated skin. Timothee paused, lifting the machine. His eyes met mine, dark and knowing. “That one wasn’t from the needle, was it?”

"Dr. Smith, their reputations are already ruined. Calm down and let it go." Wendy looked flustered but still tried to intimidate me. "Rowan, I've already made my biggest concession. Don't push this too far! You skipped the surgery and offended Dr. Connor. You made this whole thing go viral. Just wait—you'll face consequences when you go back!" I didn't flinch. I pulled a high-value insurance policy from my bag. I was the insured party, but the beneficiary was Wendy. I pointed at the clauses and said, "This policy pays double in the case of accidental drowning. It also covers the full amount for death caused by an accidental fall from a cliff. The total compensation is eight million dollars.