Kissing Scars Novels & Stories

She hoped that they'll be friends forever. When their mothers came to pick them up, they hugged each other and Eros kissed her forehead. The mothers gasped at what happened. "My gosh, Eros. Why would you kiss her without asking for permission from her mother?" Eros' mother scolded him. "I'm sorry, mom." He apologized and looked at Psyche's mom. "I'm sorry for kissing Psyche. She was sad all day and I thought kisses could help her be happy." Psyche's mom smiled. "It's okay."

I could feel his member pushing on my thigh through the jeans. He lifted me up slightly removing my shirt. His eyes widened as he saw the scar covering from my shoulder to the bottom of my ribs. I had forgotten about it in the moment. I could sense his anger rolling off him as he focused on the imperfections of my body. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I felt his bare chest press against mine as my body gushed, soaking my panties. A deep groan came from his chest as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

"Nahh." False. Elena found herself strangely not surprised. "I can be that," Zack draped his arm over June's shoulders. "No, thanks," June playfully took Zack's arm away from her shoulders. Daniel was next. "Jordan. T or d?" "Dare, baby." "French kiss Brandon for 5 minutes." "EEEEWWWW NO! Fuck, no. What the hell, dude?! Jordan drink up, not a fucking chance," Brandon yelled making everyone burst into laughter. "Your loss, dude," Jordan said, grabbing a cup. "All the girls of Dawson High would kill to be kissed by me."

He placed on bed making her bounce twice on it, her gown move up lightly showing her laps. "What are..." She trailed off watching his next movement. "Let me show you how I play," He smirked, spreading her legs wide for him to be in between. Ella hiccuped. He leaned down and kissed her laps, Ella bit her lips from making any sound from the cold touch of his lips on her skin. He slowly moved her dress up whilst he kissed her lap. Ella closed her eyes from his intense touch, although he hadn't done much to her, she felt as if she was on fire.

Pushing herself up, Lani placed a small kiss on Scars cheek, "Thank you..." With a small smile, Scar reconnected the two's lips for a slow kiss. Their mouths moved together whilst Lani clutched Scar in a tight embrace. As their heads moved from left to right, trying to get a perfect angle, Lani sat up and crawled into his lap once again. It was a gentle movement that brought the pair closer both physically and emotionally. Lani knew she was falling, so dangerously and so irresponsibly, but she didn't care - not one bit. She clawed at his shirt, wanting desperately for it to come off and Scar knew it. Grabbing her hands, Scar lead her fingers to the ends of his shirt and encouraged her to lif

Both hands came to caress my boobs as he trailed kisses between them. His kisses went lower and he stopped staring at my torso, I felt disgusted with myself as he saw my scars, old and new, "Beautiful." He said interrupting my thoughts as he traced his fingers on the scars. He traced the wounds and scars ever so softly gazing at them like it was an art piece and then he started dropping kisses. He kissed every scar on my torso, every bad word they had carved on it. He kissed them making my insides flutter at the fact that he didn't find them off putting. My eyes glazed with tears that he still found me attractive despite how scarred I was, the way he showed loving attention to each scar that

No regrets and no second thoughts. Scars was next to her now, and he lowered those wicked lips – lips that had been all over her body just a few hours earlier – and kissed her. Helplessly, Zoe responded. She was a tall woman, but she still got up on her toes to kiss her fiancé, feeling small and impossibly feminine next to him. “Doing OK, honey?” Scars muttered against her lips. “Good day so far?”

But I didn’t like kisses, because to me, they mattered. Sounds stupid, but I had a rule. No kissing when it’s just sex. She closes her eyes and tilts that face that pulls me in so much... and I don’t let it happen. Before she could reach my mouth, I turn my head, and her lips land on the scar I still had from the accident, the one I hadn’t gotten rid of yet. I feel the exact moment her body goes rigid, and this whole moment turns cold.

Hear her say my name in the dark. But I don’t say a word. I show her. I lean in, slowly, cautiously, like the earth itself has tilted. Her breath hitches. Her lashes flutter. But she doesn’t pull away. My lips graze the edge of her jaw, near the scar. Tenderly. Reverently. She smells like soap and wind and defiance. Her eyes close. Her body stills. I kiss the scar. Soft. Deliberate. A vow. When I pull back, her eyes find mine. Wide. Searching.

Dipping my mouth into her neck, I trail kisses down to her throat, making her moan more passionately. She breathes, moans and hisses as I continue to tell her how much she's loved. As I bend, lowering my mouth to her chest, I stare at her scars more lovingly and glance up at her. Her eyes are still filled with so much anticipation and fear. "Every part of you is beautiful", I place my lips on the scars as she grabs onto my arm. I kiss— kiss— and kiss, sinking into the depth I know I can never come back from. And I don't want to come back.