Meliodas And Elizabeth Kiss Novels & Stories

Then the kiss broke. Callista stayed laying on the floor, now Madri slinked down her babysitter's body. She planted a kiss on Callista's lips, then her chin, then her neck, then between here breasts. Then she kissed each of Callista's breasts, tasting the softness of the girl's nipples, feeling her lips melt into them. Then she kissed Callista's stomach. Finally, though Callista's skirt, Madri kissed the girl's pussy. Callista moaned and squirmed.

She moaned into my mouth, rising to her toes to meet me halfway, her fingers curling into my shirt like she never wanted to let go. My hand slid down, gripping her full ass tightly, drawing another breathy moan from her lips. Kissing her had become my newest addiction—more vital than food, more necessary than air. She pressed closer, like she wanted to climb inside me and never leave. My control? Gone. Then— “Elizabeth!” Tessa’s voice pierced through like a blade. Elizabeth broke away with a gasp, her lips swollen, eyes glazed. She smoothed her hair, flushed and breathless.

Just as I had made my way to the west wing, voices erupted causing me to seek the source of the commotion only to find Mr Greyhound yelling at Damian whilst he laid in bed, disheveled with an unfamiliar woman by his side. I didn't notice when my lips move on impulse. “Disgusting” I voiced, my voice louder than intended. All eyes turned to me in shock as they hadn't anticipated my arrival. “Elisa!” Damian called out from the comfort of another woman's arms, his lips smudged with kiss marks. “What are you doing here?” His asked with a guilty expression on his face. “It's not what you think…I”

She placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away with the little insanity inside her but he got hold of her wrist and held them up with one of his hands and his kissing intensified. “Ahh,” Madeline moaned loudly as the once dry and smooth kiss turned aggressive and wet. She found herself slowly returning his lead and kisses and trying to match up with his pace. She sure learns quickly. Elias’s hands snaked around her waist and pushed her closer so that not even a piece of paper could come in between them. His hands moved to her breast and squeezed it through her nightgown and a loud moan fell from her delicious mouth.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

Rashka commanded, his voice dark with malice. Rashka moved through the field, his eyes cold and calculating, ready for the reason he was there. Destruction. His title as the Alpha with the Kiss of Death was well-earned. He approached each of the enemy soldiers, gripping them by their hands. They immediately lose their will once they come in contact with Rashka's touch, kneeling at his feet. Rashka leans in and places a deadly kiss on them. The soldiers' eyes widened in horror before they collapsed, lifeless, to the ground.

"Your obsession with other houses' affairs borders on unseemly. Mother would say it's beneath the dignity of a Keltos servant to traffic in common gossip." Despite his chiding tone, his purple eyes glinted with unmistakable interest as he leaned forward. "Fortunately for you, I am not my mother. Tell me everything." Ziska grinned, showing her small pointed teeth. She positioned herself on a stool across from him. "Well, it seems that starting four days ago, dear Mavros Vex Maelis is suffering quite the embarrassment," she began, savoring each word. "He arranged to purchase a human woman from a dwarven caravan. She’s apparently a scholar of some sort.”

Beta Jaxon and Gamma Kieran flanked them, resolute and ready. When they reached the Fields of Whispering Ash, the enemy was waiting. Tens of thousands. Rogues. Corrupted wolves. Traitor packs. And at the center, Viktor. Tall, scarred, his eyes filled with madness. Selene stood to his left, cloaked in silver, her expression cruel. The armies squared off, the air between them charged with anticipation. Elizabeth stepped forward. “I am Elizabeth Stormborn, daughter of the Golden Line, Luna of the Silvercrest, bearer of the moon’s fire. Turn back, and be spared.”

Isabella stood frozen. I stepped in. Kneeling beside Nadia, I placed two fingers on her wrist. Steady. Strong. Definitely not passed out. Then I smelled it, it smelt like something faint beneath the sugar of the punch and the synthetic perfume. Bitter. Chemical. Fast-acting. I leaned closer, brushing a curl of hair from Nadia’s temple as if checking her temperature. Her eyes fluttered open. Just for a second. Just enough for me to see the gleam of satisfaction underneath the panic.