Kissed By An Angel Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

Angel said and kissed my shoulder. " You make me so horny." "Fuck! You make me so hard pretty girl, so hard that it feels like my pants are about to rip." "Kiss me." I pleaded and he groaned at my request. "Fuck...." Angel squeezed both my thighs then he raised me to his waist balancing me in both palms. "I swear you're a fucking goddess!" Angel said and I whimpered in pleasure. " Give me those." He said and I parted my lips slightly. He delved into it and kissed it like his own.

The need to ravish me, to tame me, to make me his again, danced in his eyes before he again leaned down and pecked my lips, letting them linger there for a moment before he said something. And in the next moment, he was gone, vanished in the air with the speed of light. Why did his words sound so realistic and heart-clenching? Why did he promise me something that he wasn't ready to give me earlier? What changed? *** "Ouch! Careful, Cassian!" "I'm trying! Stop moving!" Cassian squeaked. Laying on the bed, Angelina flipped through the pages of the book she had been reading. She was at her very last page and little by little, she had managed to complete this book within two hours.

She pulled on slightly and I bit my lips to prevent myself from moaning. You're suppose to be a bad guy! Angel sucked on my skin several times and she then pulled away. "Holy fuck" the words left my mouth as I watched her rosy lips. That girl knew a lot of things and underneath this angelic facade was hiding her true self. She chuckled and kissed my cheek before jumping off the counter and walking away. My eyes went down my pants where I saw the bulge, I groaned at the view and hid my face with my hands.

His mouth was ruined—raw, messy, full of everything unsanitary and dangerous—and yet Angel kissed him back—with wild abandon. Matching his pace. “...Can taste myself,” the demon murmured. Angel whimpered into the kiss, closing his eyes. ‘Dear God, Saints and Saintess,’ he thought while he was still coherent, ‘I'm kissing a man who says things like that.’ The man gripped his waist, pulled them flush together like he wanted to merge atoms. Angel’s arms went to the devil’s neck. For anchor. Or survival. Then the kisses drifted down his throat. His eyes suddenly opened to the now dark ceiling above them.

She lifted her head to look at Ethan after she was okay. They stared into each other's eyes for a while and didn't realize they were inching closer until their lips touched in a light kiss. "I am sorry," Ethan apologized and moved away from her but Jacqueline stood to her feet "No, I should apologize because I kissed you," she said stopping Ethan from walking away from her Ethan turned to look at her but she grabbed him and kissed him again. This time it was more intense. Ethan's mind went into confusion as a certain part of him seems to have a mind of its own as he wanted to yield to the passion that began to burn inside him.

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

ANGEL He kissed me. His lips moved against mine slowly like he was asking permission even though we both knew he didn’t need it. We both knew I’d give him anything he wanted right now, starving as I was for touch, for contact, for him. I kissed him back. The moment our lips meshed together, something inside me cracked open like an egg. The kiss deepened. His tongue slid against mine, tasting, claiming, and a low groan rumbled from his chest into my mouth. His hands moved from my face to my hair, fisting in the strands, tilting my head back so he could take more. Take everything.

Hell yeah! “Okay. I owe you, by the way. I have to do something about those bruises.” “I will gladly accept your generosity. See you." Sebastian suddenly kissed her cheek gently and waved cheerfully. Meanwhile, Angel was still rooted to the spot with her heart pounding and legs shaking because she had just been kissed by a prince. "Oh, God! I just got kissed by a prince.” “Angel! Get in the car quickly!”

Trailing upwards to her nose, eyelids, forehead, to her hair, her ears…just everywhere except where she wanted and needed him the most—-her lips! Not able to handle it any longer, Angelina anxiously dragged his chin upwards, pulling his lips away from her collarbone and met them with her hungry ones. This time around, their kiss wasn't as fiery and passionate as all the uncountable kisses they've shared before. It was more of a gentle, sweet and tender kiss and Angelina realized that she enjoyed it even more than the steamy, toe-curling and passionate ones. The kind of feelings this tender kiss evoked was just out of this world…