Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

He hissed, but didn’t chase me away. “You are so handsome,” I whispered, kissing his neck while unconsciously moving my hips. He held my waist, pulling me back. “What are you doing?” he growled, but I smirked at him, kissing him. What I didn’t know was how things were going to change with just a kiss. A fun night was about to turn into a nightmare, a nightmare that was going to last and stay in my heart forever because, unknowingly, I just signed a deal with a cursed devil.

Devon asked again, and Seraphina's face turned a bit red as he repeated the word, "kiss." "I'm going to kiss you here, here, and here. But not here." Seraphina pointed to her cheek, nose, and forehead, leaving out her lips because that wasn’t allowed yet. "Promise?" Devon asked, swallowing his own saliva. He still couldn’t believe what his angel had just said. Devon suddenly felt like he was sitting on a chat that was on fire, sweating profusely. His neck kept turning, and he couldn't sit still. He wanted to earn the reward that the girl mentioned, but he just couldn't make it happen.

"Ohh..." "We've barely even started," Devon says in a thick, heavy voice that betrays his desire. I turn my head slightly to get a look at him. Our noses brush each other, and I realize how close we are. His eyes are laser focused on my lips, filled with hunger. "Fuck," he curses. "I want to kiss you, pretty." I want to kiss him too..."I—" I start to say. The door bursts open. "You son of a bitch." Someone sighs from the doorway. "At least do this in your room! Or lock the door! Dammit."

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

I cried trying to push him away. He grinned and said “I know you want me to do much more than this, don’t hide it princess” My face was red as a tomato at this point. He paused for a moment before continuing “I’m the Devil! I always get what I want and right now I want to kiss you against this wall and you are going to comply” he said in a deep husky voice, more like ordered. Okay, that’s it! He may always get what he wants, but not today Satan. If he thinks he can order me around, then he’s got it wrong.

The darkness within him resurfaced, the devil taking control once more. "Is that so, let me prove you wrong" that devilish smirk never left his face and before she could grasp his words he smashed his lips on hers harshly. The intensity of his kiss left her momentarily stunned, but as she snapped out of her trance, she realized his true intentions. His lips moved upon hers with a ravenous hunger, and in that moment, she understood the depths of his desire.

And the way she whispered her name, she was not a wolf. “Please, don’t hurt me.” She whispered, standing on her toes and trying not to move. Her trembled lips caught his attention, and he loosened his grip on her waist only to pull her close. He sucked her lips like he was about to claim her soul. She tried to push him, but his body suppressed her against the wall. He clutched her hands above her head and made her stand on her toes. Who would accept a kiss from a devil? Not more than that. He was kissing her like he wanted to punish her for her existence. His red eyes were the prrof, she doesn't need to see his face.

, he yelled out. The Pink Devil flipped him around; she got on top of him and now she was the one that choked him out. She licked her lips, which was dripping with pink blood and it landed on his face. He wiped the pink blood away. When he looked at her, she turned into a grotesque creature. He tried to scream, but her hands were squeezing the living soul out of him. She kissed him, but it was not out of pleasure or love. She was actually sucking his soul. His body was shaking heavily and his eyes turned pink. She lets go of his neck and got off of him. She climbed off the bed and stood up.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

“Still, now that your sweet little Star is safe and back in your arms. I think you owe me something.” “Owe you?” I coughed. Suddenly suspicious, and very aware of how close he was. “I gave you a kiss. That’s a whole lot more than what most people offer the devil.” He smirked in response. “Exactly my point. That kiss?” He tapped his chest lightly. “Right here. That’s going to live rent-free for a while.” I rolled my eyes, heart doing somersaults in my chest. “So, what is it now, interest?”