Lipstick Bite Novels & Stories

Suppressing the extreme urge Nicholas murmured in a breathy tone, “Daisy can't eat little decently? Why are you wearing lipstick with chocolate?” Daisy looked up in a confused expression and asked, “What? When I did that?” Nicholas replied with a small smirk, “Your lips are covered with chocolate. So it is looking like you have worn chocolate colour lipstick.” Daisy giggled out softly then she used her tongue to lick the lipstick from her lips. Then again she started eating with her full attention. She didn't even bother to look at Nicholas who was staring at her during the whole time. But unfortunately Daisy's attempt of cleaning her messy lips went in vain because there was still chocolate

she was still surprised of his act. "Crazy? Not as crazy as what you are about doing right now. Pulling gun on marines. I think the lipstick you used was alcohlic" he touched his own lips. "Lipsticks are not alcoholic and I didn't chew it. I used it on my lips" she corrected him. "From your lips, to your tongue and from there to your gut or how did it het erased off your lips?" he laughed at her. Grace checked her lips, tracing her hands on them. The lipstick was not as thick as before.

I was pressing her lips tightly as both our lips were syncing in rhythm. After brief minute of intensely involve with each other, we pulled apart to sink in air inside us. We both craving for more touch with each other. We both were hot and burning like a flame, her lips swollen from the bite I gave to them and her cheeks red from the blush. I love how this though and smart girl blushes. Never had I imagined to encounter this. "You know I really dislike tomatoes but I want to bite the ones on you." I said to her when they went more red.

What if he came down and saw. No. Her eyes snapped shut, and with all her strength, she bit down on his lip. David hissed, jerking back. The metallic tang of blood lingered between them. His lips hovered dangerously close to hers, his breath ragged. Slowly, he lifted a finger to his mouth, smearing away the drop of blood—his expression hard, his smirk cold. "You bit me?" His voice was low, dangerous. Lily wiped her own mouth with the back of her sleeve, glaring at him with pure loathing. "What, Marina didn't satisfy you? Now you're desperate enough to come to me?"

My teeth painfully itch . "Ow" I shut my eyes as the pain intensifies , I just really want to bite something. In a second Jace rushes in front of me and pries my mouth open with his fingers . " Your canines are surfacing " He says with fascination as his finger pokes my canine . I snap my jaw shut and he pulls his finger back before it gets bit off . "Easy there vampie" Jace chuckles and heads to the cooler . "It was O+ right ?" He grabs a blood bag marked O+ and hands it over to me . I take it from his hands in an instant .

then bite her lower lip, I ignore her questions because my eyes glue on her lips which are being a victim of her sweet I slowly realize her lip with my right thumb and start rubbing my thumb on her juicy pink lips, which is inviting me so badly, god she is so tempting that I can't control myself anymore more, So I lean in to kiss her. *****

I felt her body arch and smirked into her skin. She pulled me back up by my hair and brought my lips back to hers. She bit my bottom lip, and I moaned. She bit it again and smirked when she got the same reaction. She took one of my snake bites between her teeth and pulled gently. She knew what this did to me.

Almost. ******** That night I was plagued by visions of lifeless, brown eyes, staring at me, filled with accusation. It didn’t matter how many times Max and Jonas told me it wasn’t my fault, in my heart, I knew it was. The girl, Ginny, must have been so scared, terrified. I knew that kind of fear. They said that she’d been tortured and bitten. What neither of them could ever truly understand, being born wolves, was that the bite itself, was torture; pure, unadulterated pain.

As his lips ruled my neck, my body started to burn and my strength began to waver. Am I thinking correctly? Are they really true? Why do I have to? "You're sweet..." My eyes were getting blurry. I can no longer see his face. I tried to slap him, but the last thing I saw was his lips with traces of my blood. "You're a vampire..."

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.