Kissed By A Needle Novels & Stories

She hated needles. The man grinned and clicked the syringe with his nails to let air out. “Super shiny.” Katherine’s eyes sparkled coldly. “I feel sharp.” He gave a low laugh and shook his head. “You’re… something else. I’ll give you that.” He straightened slightly, and leaned closer to where her neck was and stabbed lightly. Katherine bit on her lip to prevent from crying out as he pulled. She felt the liquid enter into her and she felt hot and cold at once.

‘No, I am sorry beautiful but this is necessary’ He nodded at the Capos and she gave a startled cry as they grabbed her arm and held it out so a needle could be inserted into her vein, She looked at him wildly her beautiful green eyes wide with shock at what she thought was his betrayal. The sedative working almost immediately she was scooped up into the arms of a Capo and very gently he kissed her,

Takk The sound of scissors being placed roughly on the table became a sign for Calistha that her ordeal was over. At least Aiden had completed a series of processes of piercing her skin using a tiny twelve millimeter needle that felt truly hell to her. She had never before resorted to a treatment so careless, risky, and so unsterile as this. Even when she suffered abrasions from falling from her bicycle, she received very sterile treatment from her personal doctor. So if after this she experiences bad things because of being contaminated with bacteria, that damn man must be held responsible.

He smiled at me before opening up the first-aid kit and grabbing the stitches. I waited and watched him as he sterilized the needle with an antiseptic wipe and then hovered the stitches over my wound. I gave him an approving nod and took a deep breath, preparing myself for the pain. The first press of the needle sent a piercing scream out of my lungs, causing me to writhe in his grasp. Even as he held my leg firmly in one grip, I couldn’t help but squirm in pain. My skin was so raw and bruised that I felt each needle puncture.

But he just closed his eyes while our foreheads were touching. "Why can't you notice me back then?" My forehead twitched at what he whispered. I just had a fever with a splint on my head. "Come on, I'll take a dam on you first--" my eyes widened when I felt his lips on my cheek. "I'm sorry for kissing you inside the bus, I was just taken. I'm just tired of waiting for you, just fuck it, I can't have you this close back then." She said sadly as she caressed my cheek.

Samira whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs, her voice filled with a mix of awe and longing. Ray opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "So are you," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "More than you know." He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and urgent, his hands working quickly to get rid of her blouse. Samira helped, her movements frantic as she stripped off her clothes, tossing them aside without a care. Ray’s hands were on her again, exploring every inch of her exposed skin with a hunger that left her gasping.

Aki felt the ship shake and lost concentration for a second. Two kunai throwing knives whizzed through the fog and – Aki could swear – {curved} in mid-air, cleanly slicing both lengths of her tree-drop rope. Aki fell with a cry and tumbled down to the deck, hurting her left arm which she used to break her fall.

“You’re my everything, Kai. We heal together.” Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a desperate refuge, their bodies entwining as they fell back onto the cot. Her hands gripped his shirt, his fingers tracing her skin, their love a fire that burned through their shared pain. The night became theirs, a sanctuary of whispered vows and tangled limbs, their bond a flame that defied the city’s chaos. Gianna’s voice was soft, fierce, as they lay together. “We’re unbreakable, Castellano.”

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

Andres. Warmth hits my veins like sex after a long, agonizing dry spell. I take a breath, feeling the air rush through my lungs. Is it my imagination or is the air newer, fresher than the dank shit that was in here only moments ago? I sip at it like a man starving and lean back in the lounge chair, draping my arms over the side. I look at my left arm, at the needle sticking straight out from the vein. I think about reaching over to flick the used needle away, but my eyes catch on the tattoos surrounding the metal prick.