Novel & Cerita Love At First Hiss

Only trust. “My love,” he whispered tenderly, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. His voice was rough with restraint. “This is going to hurt at first.” “I can take it,” I said, smiling up at him even as nerves fluttered in my chest. He chuckled, the sound low and affectionate. “I love you so much,” he said, eyes shining with raw emotion. “So fucking much.” Before I could respond, his lips covered mine again in a deep, consuming kiss. He positioned himself between my legs, the thick head of his cock nudging against my entrance. Our eyes stayed locked the entire time—his dark with hunger and love, mine wide with trust.

He soothed her forehead, showering her face with soft kisses. Iris’s face relaxed, and she opened her eyes as the pain started ebbing. “No, I want this now, Maddox. Please, can you give me a moment?” As Maddox watched her fight the pain valiantly, he realized the hard truth behind this mad obsession. He was madly in love with Iris Hansley! It was love at first sight – a rare feat indeed that happened only in movies and romance novels. But it had happened to him. The reckless playboy of LA was now in love with the most innocent woman in the city!

“Behold your Luna.” Cheers erupted. My pulse thundered. His hand slid around my waist, drawing me close, too close. “Do you know why gold suits you?” he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “No,” I said tightly. “Because it looks beautiful when it breaks.” And before I could react, he tilted my chin and kissed me. Hard. Possessive. The kind of kiss meant not for affection, but for domination. The pack howled approval, the sound drowning the shock that burned in my chest.

My fingers dug into his back, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he paused, letting me acclimate. “Shh, breathe, love,” Visaris whispers, pressing his forehead to mine, his lips brushing against me in soft, comforting kisses. His hand moved between us again, his thumb finding my clit, circling in that maddeningly slow rhythm that made my body respond to him despite the initial sting of pain.

My breath hitches. “The other part.” Oh. Right. “You were right?” I tease weakly. He growls—a soft sound, almost amused—and I catch the faint curve of his mouth. “Try again, sunshine.” I meet his eyes. There’s no hiding. His gaze is fierce and unflinching—like it’s burning the truth out of me. So I whisper it again, softer this time. “I love you.” He exhales. His chest moves under mine, a trembling breath that feels like relief and disbelief rolled into one.

My breath hitches as his dark eyes search mine, and for a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me. But he pulls back with a sigh, stepping away. Then, as he reaches the door, he stops. Takes a deep breath. “Fuck it,” he mutters, turning back and closing the distance between us. His lips crash against mine, and everything fades away. The tension, the anger, the hurt—it all dissolves, leaving only the heat between us. ##########

I stroked him slowly, watching his expression carefully the entire time, taking it all in. His head tipped back against the pillows. “Fuck." He breathed. That single word sent shivers through me. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip. His whole body jerked. "Oh, you evil girl." I smiled against his skin. Then I took him into my mouth

He's done. I rise, sliding my hands up his body and around his neck while I lift and wrap my legs around his waist. I angle my head, and our lips meet as lovers for the first time. I can taste my climax, and I know he can taste his. I feel his flaccid cock against my wet pussy as our tongues duel. We're both moaning. He pulls back, his lips still brushing mine. "I love you, Pixie."

He leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear as he whispered back, his breath hot against my skin. “Then get ready, Harper. But first… have you ever sucked a cock before?” I shook my head, blushing furiously. “No.” He smiled, slow and wicked. “Good. How about you lose your mouth virginity tonight too?”

Just before my college entrance exam, I was informed that my mother had died a horrible death in prison and that I needed to collect her body. But my father came to me with a demand—he wanted my mother to take the blame for his first love, Stella Shaw, for a second time. "Where's your mother? Stella accidentally injured a patient during surgery, and the patient died. Have your mother take the blame and go to prison for Stella again. Let those two prison sentences make up for the slap your mother gave Stella. "After this, I'll come back to our family for good and be there for you and your mother." Clenching my fists, I stared blankly ahead and murmured without even looking up, "Mom's dead