Lip Drawing Novels & Stories

I could feel the flush spread across my face like a burn. Then his hand reached my bottom lip and his gaze dropped to the quivering flesh. Using the smooth pad of his thumb he pulled my bottom lip down, let it go, then watched it bounce back into place with a curious expression on his face. The only way I could describe the look in his eyes was the way a cat plays with a mouse. Pawing it; throwing it in the air and letting it run; catching it again with quick reflexes; letting it run…

He swallows hard, his throat working visibly. I reach into my bag, pull out my favourite red lipstick, and uncap it with purposeful slowness. His eyes track every movement. I lean closer, twist the tube up, and drag the colour across my bottom lip in one smooth stroke. Then the top. I press my lips together, smacking them once. “You can look," I murmur, capping the tube again, "but you can't touch." He bites his lower lip so hard, it turns red. Pain flashes across his face in its unadulterated form.

Sure it will. It’s slow motion as Eden and I watch it happen. The needle lining up. The sharp stab as the woman jabs the needle through the cartilage of her nostril. I cringe, Lyra cringes or should I say yelps with an aggressive bout of swear words following. But once it’s done, Lyra pats away her tear streaks that she claims is just from her eyes watering before flashing us a huge smile and a full view of the dainty ring that loops around the edge of her nose.

He lарs аt hеr ѕlіt, drаwіng аррrесіаtіvе whіmреrѕ frоm hеr… lооks uр; ѕhе hаs оnе hаnd runnіng thrоugh hеr hаіr, thе оthеr ѕtіll рlауіng wіth hеr pink tіtѕ. He соntіnuеs dіlіgеntlу lісkіng аt hеr еntrаnсе, fееlіng mоrе оf hеr nаturаl lubrісаnt lеаk оut. He lарs іt uр іmmеdіаtеlу, trуіng tо реrmаnеntlу еmbеd thаt tаѕtе іn his mіnd.

Lira’s fingers brushed the wall lightly, tracing the faint imprint of a fingerprint, the curve of a spiral tucked beside a leaf. A sudden breath escaped them—more sigh than sentence. Jo, observing from a distance, approached gently. “It’s okay to not have words,” she murmured. Lira nodded, swallowing emotions rising like tides. “It feels like it remembers me,” they whispered. Without pressing further, Jo handed them a small piece of charcoal and a scrap of fabric. No instructions. Just a gesture. Lira sat quietly, fingers trembling slightly, and drew a single line—a curve that almost formed a letter but resisted definition. They pinned it beside the mango wrapped in blue thread. A silent con

Each stroke of graphite was a conversation between her inner thoughts and the page. As her drawing took form, a small smile of satisfaction curved over her lips. It showed a girl astride a dragon, embarking on adventures through a fantastical realm. Lily wished she could be as free as the girl, doing whatever she wanted and ignoring the pressures to meet the standards that would make her parents and those around her proud.

He captured one nipple in his mouth while his hands worked at removing her pants. Lewis sucked hard on her nipple, drawing a loud moan from Lily's lips as she arched her back against him. He switched to the other breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his hands slid her pants down completely. She was losing control rapidly, her fingers gripping his hair tightly.

Why can't they just leave me alone? Lily's fingers moved quickly over the screen of her tablet. She was focused, sketching lines, erasing, then drawing again, building the draft piece by piece. The screen was filled with delicate outlines of jewelry, each stroke sharper than before. Her jaw was tight, her eyes dry from staring for so long.

I whine, hips chasing her hand desperately, wanting to release the pressure building up. She smiles as she smears my own juices across my lips, then forces them into my mouth. “Taste how much you need me, baby. Suck.” I do, moaning around her fingers, tongue swirling desperately as I lick my juice off her fingers—every single drop until the only thing her fingers are glistening with is my saliva. “Good girl.” She grunts as she manifests that thick, long, and veiny demon cock. Lira’s hand tangles in my hair as she yanks my head down while the monstrous cock keeps growing, getting so big that I know I can’t possibly take all that length.

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell