Lip Biting While Kissing Novels & Stories

I almost couldn't breathe when I saw him looking at my lips too. I bit my lip, hoping he would look away, I was surprised when he spoke. "Don't bite your lips." His voice was male, far from the voice he used often. "If you're with a guy, don't fucking bite your lips. Every time you bite your lips in front of a guy, it's like you're asking for a kiss. Do you know that?" His gaze shifted to my eyes. I blinked and then spoke. "I-I'm not asking for a kiss! I-I didn't know that... that." I couldn't finish what I said when he came closer to me. "Wait! Why are you coming closer to me!" I can't stop saying that.

His hand moved from my cheek to the back of my head, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss. As his lips pressed harder against mine, something inside me snapped. A ripple of defiance grew within me, and I reacted on instinct. I sank my teeth into his lower lip, biting down firmly. He pulled back abruptly. Shock and pain flashed across his features. A metallic taste filled my mouth, and my chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, his hand instinctively touching his injured lip. I couldn't believe I had just bitten him, but it was a response born from a deep-seated need to assert control over a situation that had taken an unexpected turn.

The kiss deepens with desperate intensity born from weeks of forced separation and denied wanting. When they finally break apart for air, both of them are breathing hard and the mate bond pulses with satisfaction that suggests this was exactly what it's been demanding all along. "That was stupid," Lior says, though making no move to increase distance between them. "Catastrophically stupid," Lucian agrees, also not moving away. "And we're probably going to do it again." "Definitely going to," Lior confirms, already leaning in for another kiss. This one is gentler, less desperate but no less intense. Lior tastes something metallic and realizes belatedly that the vampire's fangs have extended s

She didn’t expect him to go for the other hole first. “You naughty…” She broke their kiss and uttered. Then she bent down and licked his lips. He put his tongue out and they made the most intimate kiss, the Lizard kiss. Both their tongues met out in the air, swiped left to right and then round and about. Without their lips being involved, their tongues proceeded to display the affection they had for one another. Beryl then kissed all over her face and reached for her neck. He slurped as if he was drinking wine and marked her. He bit her smooth skin and left small patches of red marks all over her body. Slowly, he trailed from her neck and reached for her collarbone.

The traditional bite that marks permanent bonding is intensely intimate, arousing in ways that make this public display challenging. I take Lyra's face in my hands first, tilting her head to expose the graceful line of her neck. The scent of her skin makes my canines extend automatically, lycan instincts responding to the promise of claiming. I press my lips to her throat first, a gentle kiss that makes her shiver, before allowing my teeth to pierce the skin just above her collarbone.

Nervously I bit down on my lip, sucking in the corner of my lip and nibbling on it. “That’s it.” He snarled before grabbing me and pulling me towards him. In one swift move, I was in his arms and Romans' mouth came crashing down on me. Biting and nibbling on my lip, before diving his tongue deep into my mouth, easily taking control of the kiss as there was no doubt he was the dominant one in the conversation. Pushing at his chest he finally breaks the kiss leaving us both panting for the oxygen that seems to have been sucked out of the room.

As our lips met in a fierce and passionate union, I kissed her with an intensity that bordered on desperation. Though she fought against my advances, I found myself unable to relent. Ignoring her initial protests, I boldly took a nibble at her lower lip, causing her to gasp in surprise. It was in that split second, as her defenses momentarily faltered, that I seized the opportunity to slip my tongue into the depths of her mouth. She retaliated by biting down on my tongue, a sharp sensation accompanied by a distinct taste of copper—a testament to the force with which she had clamped her teeth together, drawing blood.

My hands went slowly around her neck. Her breath quickened, and I could feel her heart racing against mine. I leaned in, our lips inches apart, and closed the gap, kissing her softly. Her lips were warm and tender, melting into mine with a gentle pressure. I could taste the faint hint of vanilla from her lip balm, and it made my head spin. Our lips moved in perfect sync, exploring each other with a mix of hesitation and eagerness.

In the place where I am free and rightful. I grew up away from people. I became aware of the idea that someone would come to the top of Mount Maalingdo to take me and propose marriage. The man who is destined for me... The man whose eyes will only shine on me. The man who only has the right to claim my lips. Whenever I think of him, I can't help but touch my lips. What does it feel like to be kissed? I could feel my cheeks heating up when I remembered what I saw in the locker room at school on Monday. Lovers kissing as if they were the only people in the world. Was it so good that they didn't even notice that I almost slipped when I saw them?

I gasp, panicky hitting his arms, but he won't stop. He's still kissing me, scores the edge of his teeth across my full lower lip, dallied over the sensitive skin below my ear, and then returns to his self-imposed worship of my lips. The sound of footsteps is approaching quickly, and the ach at the lips of my spread, sending tingles through every skin cell, building and building my tension. Someone may see us kissing! I bite his tongue hard and immediately his blood fills my mouth. But he doesn't care. I thrash and gasp as he whispers, "I love the taste of you."