Kissing Scars Novels & Stories

Emilia taunted, speaking through me as my lips moved lower. I took my time kissing his scars. They tell a tale of horror that made him who he is. As much as I could wish them gone, I can't. So instead, I'll be sure he knows that they don't bother me; they don't detract from who he is or alter my perception of him either. "Fuck… Mia cara." Alec groaned as I lowered myself to my knees, licking the groves of his abs and that delectable v leading to his cock that stood so proudly. I sucked in a breath as I came face to face with the monster between his legs.

Then she trailed them up, slow, following the line of it like she was memorizing it. I didn’t move. She moved to my shoulder next. Same thing. Kiss after kiss, soft and careful, right over the rough skin there. Her breath was warm against me. Then she turned to my back. Her hands on my back now. And she kept going. Kissing down my back, right over every scar I’d stopped counting years ago. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t say anything .She just kissed them. Like she was trying to heal them with her mouth.

Looking at how beautiful she looked, She stood there in her bra and pants. She felt exposed. Not because of her body. Because of her scars. The faded bruises. The marks Dmitri left. The burn on her ribs. Knox didn’t look away. He traced the burn with one finger, light as air. Then he leaned down and kissed it. He kissed every scar he could find. He kissed the bruise on her shoulder. The cut on her hip. He knelt in front of her and pressed his lips to her stomach, breathing her in, his hands gripping her waist.

Kissed me good enough that if I had been wearing socks, they would have been knocked off. It felt freeing to kiss him, knowing that everyone already knew and supported us. “Wow,” I said, breathless from his kiss. That man knew how to use his lips in the best possible way. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still made me swoon. We were officially a couple now, especially if we were kissing in front of restaurants. “Blech. Some of us would like to eat,” Gabe said, gently pushing past us to get to the door. “Seriously, get a room.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN “Brother?” I whirled toward Isobel, whispering, “No.” I even shook my head to deny it. But then I blinked rapidly as pieces began to come together. Ezra had said his sister was disfigured and still one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. That description fit Isobel perfectly. She was simply lovely, scars and all. “Oh my God,” I gasped, backing away from her and lifting my hands in apology, though I had no idea what I was apologizing for. “You are. You really are, aren’t you?”

He said, She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, we have to work together. So, I'm going to forget that you tried to kiss me." "Just like that? You won't get angry? You won't slap me or something?" He asked, he was trying to get a reaction out of her. She looked at him in disbelief. "What do you want from me?" "Do something. Anything, why are you so nice to everybody around you? I just fucking tried to kiss you. If you didn't want me to do that then why didn't you get angry?"

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

Unhurried. Reverent. And then he kissed my scar. Once. Twice. Again. Each kiss felt like he was rewriting something ugly into something whole. When his lips brushed over the scar, something inside me went quiet. Not the world. Not the night. Just the noise in my head. The constant tight coil I’d been carrying in my chest loosened, like it had been waiting for this exact moment to exhale. I didn’t pull away. That was the first thing that scared me.

He turns my face to stare at me as he says, "you don't have to be okay. You never have to be okay. I'll love you no matter what - always." My breath hitches as my eyes burn into his, searching for a lie and find nothing. He turns me around again, so I'm on my stomach. His claws slice my dress down the middle as his hot, intoxicating breath fans my exposed flesh. A soft sigh escapes my lips, but my body freezes instantly at the feeling of his warm lips tickle across the scars on my back. "You're... breathtaking," he murmurs, kissing my scars. His lips so hot it touches my soul with love and warmth. "Every square inch of you is perfection. Every fucking part. Your mind, your body, your soul -

Still standing under the open shower. Slowly, the kiss grew hotter as Scar moaned lowly in the kiss when she felt his rough fingers touch her slick folds. her hands came down to his pant, touching the hardness over the pant, and started removing the barrier over it, stroking the huge dick with her little hands, she broke the kiss. Gabrielle didn't ask anything, just their eyes locked. Not removing her eyes from him, Scar suddenly goes down on her knees, still stroking his hardness. A glint of surprise appeared in his enchanting eyes, yet he didn't stop her from the doing. Both were relying on the comfortable silence going on between them.