Masquerade Kiss Novels & Stories

He bite her lower lips lightly making her to open up completely and his tongue dived into hers, they engage in a kissing dual. His hands began to caress her body and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure. They kept kissing till they got to the bed. The masked guy pushed Harper to the bed, " I hope you won't resent me for this" he muttered and resume kissing her already swollen red lips. After smooching for a while, the masked guy moved from her lips to her neck as he sucked on them giving her love bites. He kissed her collar bone making her shrieked in pleasure, as a hot sensation hit her.

His masked face tilted down, lips grazing mine, not quite kissing, just close enough to drive me crazy. “Say trick or treat,” he whispered. I blinked up at him, breathless. “What?” His lips curved into a smile under the mask. “Say it.” My thighs squeezed together, need building like fire in my veins. “Trick or treat.” The words had barely left my mouth before he crushed his lips to mine. The kiss was rough, claiming, his tongue pushing past my lips like he owned me already. I moaned against him, hands clutching his shirt, the taste of him making me dizzy.

He rubbed it against my entrance, teasing me. “Beg for it,” he commanded, his masked face inches from mine. “Please… fuck me. I need your cock right now.” He thrust forward and buried every inch inside me in one powerful stroke. I cried out, my back arching against the door as he stretched me open. He fucked me hard and deep, his hips slamming against me, one hand around my throat while the other squeezed my breast. “Look at you,” he growled. “Getting fucked by a stranger at a masquerade while everyone parties just outside.”

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

Hope - No, I don't want you to kiss me. - Are you sure? He starts his little game again, pretending to kiss me, and when I unconsciously lean in to kiss him, he moves away. That idiot wants to drive me crazy! - I'm still waiting for you to ask! So, do you want me to kiss you? He licks my lips again, making me crave a taste of his.

And I still didn’t know if I wanted to run from it—or run straight into it. Rachel nudged me with her elbow as I wiped down the camera lenses. “Hey. Let’s go to Masquerade tonight.” I blinked. “What?” “You heard me. Club night. Girls, guys, masks, secrets. Let’s gooo.” Adam looked up from the candy jar. “What’s Masquerade?” Rachel grinned wickedly. “Only the hottest underground club in the city. Masked entry only. Total anonymity. You can dance with a stranger and never know their name.”

He smirked, his eyes flashing with a possessive light as he ran his rough fingers over the soft skin of my thigh, the touch making me shiver. “It’s beautiful. It’s like the night has come alive on my skin. I like mine on you as well.” I whisper as I run my fingers over the mark on his chest, tracing the shape of my dragon and sighing at the possessive rumble that emits from his chest. My eyes lift up to him as he holds my chin in his grip and tilts my face up, capturing my lips in a possessive kiss, claiming every inch of my my mouth with tongue lips and teeth.

Or was it the kiss that they shared last night— "Pardon me, milord, but I don't know what are you talking about," she said as she was amused with herself that was keeping her voice calm in this pressured situation right now. The marquis was chuckling lowly before something was dropping to the floor in front of her. She gasped before she was looking at the brown mask that she was wearing last night for the masquerade ball. The very mask that she left with Ian, the stranger that she pretended to be someone else, danced and kissed last night.

Sabrina asked so suddenly and drank a shot of her drink, smiling in a flirty way at me, and I chuckled, couldn't believe she was still trying to play games with me. "Well, yeah, you should be grateful, you are the luckiest woman in the world cause you are the only one who made me kiss a girl," I asked and her face suddenly painted a confused look, making me think what she was thinking that she was staring at me like that. "Made you kiss a girl? Don't tell me you are gay? Oh-My-Gosh, you kissed me like a pro so you're good because you're actually into men, and what you mean by I made you kiss a girl because you actually kiss men not women?" she said in hurry, she seemed couldn't believe that

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean