Kissing Scars Novels & Stories

Rosalina asked emphasizing each word "Cause he wants to sort things out with you Rosalina ..." Mae answered "Sort what out?" Rosalina asked giving an amused expression. "He still loves you Rosalina " Tristan answered "Love? Me?" Rosalina asked sarcastically and then laughed "You call this love?" Rosalina said pulling her t-shirt showing the scars on her neck and hands "Tell me you call this love!? Then tell, who the fucking hell treats the one they love this way?!" She said loudly

We moan in the kiss and later found ourself tearing our shirts off, he walks us towards his couch and places small kisses down my chest. “ I love you Scar,” he says in between kisses. His fingers found the hook of my bra and unclasped it. “Don't miss him anymore” he reminded me once more. ”Mmmhmm” I pull his face towards me but he has other plans. He avoids kissing my lips but places a kiss down towards my breast. We ended up making out the whole night, with Grey by my side I could feel myself forgetting the pain and I knew by tomorrow I'll be fine as new.

Most of them remind me of the throned chains while some look like knife cuts. I trace my fingers over one that looks like a burn mark and my body begins to shake with sobs. Have I fallen for him so much that I cry over his scars? He wipes my tears with his thumb. "I told you I'm fine." He whispers. "You don't have to cry..." This... This is cruel... I bite down on my trembling lips and begin to kiss the scars one after the other. His skin is rough but I don't care. I kiss them up to his neck, his jaw and to his lips. I close my eyes and nibble on his lower lip.

she murmurs as she pulls my shirt off. I watch her face to see any response, but all I see are her eyes lost in lust. She leans forwards kissing each of the jagged scars on my chest. I swear her kisses are making them feel better. Her hands are wrapped behind my back, and I can feel her claws in my skin. It is sexy and will be the first time we are together since she got her wolf.

He’s probably just kidding, there is no way that my scar is beautiful. Ashton steps closer to me and my body leans against the mirror. He kisses the scar, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that I could feel the warmth of his skin. "Very beautiful." He nuzzles against it. He lift his head and our eyes met. We stared at each other for a while and before I could withdraw my gaze from his, I felt his warm lips on mine. A tingling sensation ran through my body. I felt his hands gently cup my face as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a gentle urgency. At that moment, nothing else mattered - no scar, no worries, no past or future. There was only the he

A gasp escaped her lips, and a tremor coursed through her body in response. She flinched slightly, her breath catching in her throat as my lips lingered on the scar. Keeping my lips on her skin, her eyes met mine, and in their depths, I saw something I hadn't expected: desire. I trailed a path of gentle kisses along her ankle, savoring each one as if it were a confession of my remorse. With each kiss, her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in sync with the rhythm of her heartbeat. Each touch a silent plea for her forgiveness, each caress a desperate attempt to erase the scars of our past.

Without breaking our kiss I carried her and put her in bed. My mouth ran down her jaw, neck, shoulder, and breasts. I circled her nipple with my tongue while she moaned for more. I took it slow and worshipped her gorgeous body. She had a scar on her left thigh that appeared to have come from a knife. I looked at her and wanted to ask her a question but she looked too excited and eager. Ignoring her scars I buried my mouth between her legs. I licked her pussy, devouring it like it was my food. She squirmed and moaned quietly, clenching the sheets in her fists. “Oh, my God!” She gasped when I pressed my thumb on her clitoral hood while shoving my tongue inside her. “Mmm…” She breathed sharply

She’s dressed in an absolute weapon of a black skirt and a simple red shirt, her dark hair falling all over her back in wild curls, hands clasped together but still shaking. “You know you can quit staring at me like I’m a fucking soap opera.” I narrowed my eyes at her, my fingers twitching against the small tablet attached to my chair. She dared to be nervous? As if she isn’t the one who’d turned my life into a fucking spectacle for a bunch of women I didn’t know to kiss away at. In a matter of seconds, she’d turned me into a side-show attraction for every crazy fan of mine in all of Vegas, and apparently, a couple of women flew in this morning to get a chance to kiss me in the spirit of Va

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

“Jeez, I was just teasing you a little. You tease me all the time and now you’re offended? Are you crazy? Let go off me, you barbaric asshole. What the…” I remember how Ethan kissed my girl. Let’s see whether Kayla has really ruined me for other girls. I shut her up. I kiss Janel. I taste her cold smaller lips. It doesn’t feel like Ella’s. Janel's nails comes to scratch my arm. I feel them bite into me. Hurt me Janel. Take the pain away. She tries to turn her head away from the forceful kiss but my grip is stronger. I keep her lips on mine. She tries to knee me in the balls but there’s not enough space left between us.