Romans & histoires Kissing Scars

“Look at it Drew! Anyone can see my scars, they’re too exposed. I look ugly.” He looks at me, “Your scars-” he says slowly like it just dawned on him. “That’s what you’re worried about.” “You don’t understand-” He bends down and kisses the scar on my neck which cuts off my speech. “What are you doing?” I ask when he kisses the one on my collar bone. He smiles against my skin. “I’m going to make you fall in love with all your scars, just like I fell in love with the imperfect you.”

He frowned, "Why will I be disgusted?" "My scars, Alexei. They're ugly and no one wants a woman with ugly flaws," I said as I struggled to free myself. I was given a kiss in response and my panties were gone. He cupped my core and I gasped when he rubbed me. "Don't ever give me that bullshit," he pulled away and looked down at me body. His fingers traced my lower stomach where my scars were. I watched him lower his head and place a kiss on every one of them. My heart flutter as he did so and I gasped when I felt his breath directly at my entrance.

Then she took off her own, revealing her naked skin to his eyes. Killian’s eyes hooded with lust as he stared at her. His fingers traced along her curves, slowly running along her breasts. His hand then stopped at the scar on her ribcage. It wasn’t big or anything, but it was one of the few scars that stuck with her after the accident. Killian leaned up and kissed the scar with his mouth. Audrey sighed in response and arched her body closer to him.

“I'm sorry for not protecting you then,I'm sorry but no one would hurt you again,I swear on my word,and those who hurt you I'll find them and end them” He promised his gaze holding hers seriously. “And your scars they give you a sexy do not mess with me look” He added , tracing a thumb over her chin, tracing the scar. He placed a kiss on her forehead,then her nose, cheeks, before slowly kissing the scar. “What are you doing” She asked breathlessly. “Kissing your scars ,I'm gonna kiss them till they fade from your memories” He kissed the scar on her eyebrow,her breath hitched as his hands moved over her breasts rubbing it slowly through the light night wear.

She kissed me like she wanted to devour me, like she had been starving and I was the only thing that could feed her. I groaned against her lips, the sound rough and raw. My hands roamed, her waist, her hips, the curve of her ass that fit too perfectly in my palms. I ground her against me, letting her feel exactly what she did to me, and she moaned into my mouth, the sound sending lightning straight to my core. “Fuck, Scar,” I rasped against her lips, my forehead pressing to hers, breath ragged. “If you keep kissing me like that, we’re not making it to the hotel.”

I didn't expect him to cave, but he did, and I'm excited he did. Sia's lips came crashing down on mine and I feel his sharp intake of breath. His warm tongue runs along mine as he cups my flushed cheeks. His hands grip the tops of my thighs and he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I bury my fingers into his hair, gently tugging at it while he walks out of the kitchen and into Massa's bedroom, his lips still molded against mine. He sits back on Massa's bed, still holding me, and I am seated on his lap. I rock him back and forth and his grip tightens. He puls away from our heated kiss to take off his cloak and I can't look away. His scars litter his chest beautifully and I kiss t

She nodded, after not being able to find her voice. "Use your words, sweetheart." He smugly said. "I trust you." Scar managed to whisper. "Good." He lowered himself back down and kissed her clit this time she didn't yelp and stayed in place with her eyes closed. He kissed both her thighs then returned to her clit and began licking it, he let his tongue flicker up and down taking in all her juices and Scar could help but loudly moan forgetting about anyone else.

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

Richard's kiss was achingly tender, his lips brushed across hers in a feather-light caress, back and forth with just the barest hint of friction. It was utterly breathtaking, it was just like before, the way his lips brushed hers so soft and sweet, the way he began with gentle titillation, rather than forcing entry. It was unlike the masquerade, after two years of hiding, Ann had found someone who sincerely cared about her... But he could never be hers. “ You are crying,” Richard said, touching her cheek. Ann blinked, then reached up to wipe away the tears she hadn't known were dropping. “ Do you want me to stop? He asked.

His own hands tightly grip my waist, bunching up the fabric of my shirt. His eyes, so dark like pure obsidian, flutter down to look at my lips. The intimate moment seems to shatter like glass, as I rear back, panicked. He’s right, I have been putting off how I feel about him because of fear. What it would mean to be mated to him is too much to bear, and I’m afraid I will fall deeply in love with him and not be able to handle his life. How may be painfully attractive, but kissing him...It could lead to so much more. "Goodnight, Stace,” I mutter, ducking back under the covers on my side, pulling them all the way up to my chin as I face my back to him.