Lips Of An Angel By Hinder Lyrics Novels & Stories

Dorian “Wrap those lips around my fingers like you do with my cock.” She groans, low in her throat, her pussy tightening. “Are you going to come for me, Angel,” I ask, and she nods her head, looking at me with big pleading eyes. “Come for me.”

“What are you doing, angel?” “It feels better this way,” she told him as she looked up at him through her lashes. She braved to move her hips against him. She put her hands on his naked shoulders to steady herself as she moved again. Her teeth caught her lower lip between them as she felt his member stiffening through the soft and thin fabric of his pants.

he growled softly, his fingers tightening slightly against my throat, “But I’m not, Angela?”

I've always dreamed of kissing those perfect plumped lips again and when our lips connected, it was even better than I had imagined. Our lips moved slowly in perfect sync with us just enjoying and savoring the taste of each other. I heard her moan and not wanting to get lost in the kiss in front of hundreds of wolves witnessing me pleasuring my mate, with much difficulty I pulled back. At least I tried to pull back. She pulled me back in for another kiss and wrapped her hands around my neck running her hands through my hair. I mind linked everyone in the room to mind their own business, while I had my way with Ava. This wasn't the place or time to be making out, but her lips were so addictin

was it lust or love, he didn't care, he only knew her lips were the sweetest cherry in the world. Madeline felt herself drowning in the kiss, it was intoxicating..like she was drinking cold liquor. She never wanted it to end..sadly she needed to breathe..damn you oxygen..she cursed.. "I've missed these lips....." Damien licked her lips again...it was addictive, he never wanted to stop kissing her. "Pervert....." Madeline muttered under, her face flushed as she panted slightly. The hands around her waist tightened, as she looked to see Damien's hazy eyes, she shifted uncomfortably, as she tried to escape his grasp.

I am The Angel of death; nothing scares me, but I can't deny it; Michael's current gaze is enough to make me shudder in horror. Michael returned to his desk and looked at me, a little more relaxed. *** Brak! I widened my eyes and followed the direction in which Angel Edmud bounced. As soon as it stopped, it flew quickly towards me with sharp, bulging eyes. "Damn, my wings almost broke!"Edmud snapped. "Calm down, he will fix it later!"I said with ease. "Hey, learn from experience, you were punished for bumping into Cupid, if you hurt me the same way, you might have to take my place as well!"

She gripped the glass tighter, tears suddenly stream down her eyes, she was worried, yet couldn’t move any step towards him. The moment she saw him turning his face to Pocco and ready to suck his blood, she whispered, “Please, don’t, please, Blake... I know you’re a good person, please prove to me I’m not wrong. That I’m right in choosing you over my duty as an Angel.” She knew that he was not able to hear it, but she didn’t whisper it for him to hear her beg, but it was from her mind that came out to her mouth.

She relaxed her body in his arms and moaned. A few strands of hair were loose from her ponytail and were framing her face. He gently tucked the loose strands behind her ears. He caressed her face while staring into her eyes intensely. She did not know what he was searching for, but she was comfortable with it. She stared back into his beautiful hazel eyes and smiled. She loved his eyes, the beautiful swirl of colors in them, it was like staring out of the Galaxy at another world. His eyes seemed to be telling a story, trying to pass across a message, but she could not understand it. He held her chin with his right hand and tilted her head towards his. He bent his head and softly placed his l

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

My angel. I prowled around the bed, my eyes locked on her as I climbed onto the bed, my body hovering over hers. The mattress dipped beneath our combined weight. Leaning down, my lips found hers once more. With each press of our lips, the intensity grew, threatening to consume us entirely.