Realistic Kiss Tattoos On Neck の小説・ストーリー

I opened my eyes, giving him a petulant look. " I found the perfect tattoo," he smiled, moving my hair out of the way and running his fingertips along a line behind my left ear, "I'm going to do it right here, little delicate blood-colored roses. Beautiful and with sharp thorns, just like you.” I took a deep breath, biting my lips, trying in vain to keep my body from reacting to him, then giving up. Bringing my hands to the back of his neck, I pulled him back to me, lying down on the gurney as I kissed him. Joshua brought both hands to the hem of the long t-shirt I had borrowed as soon as we got back from the cafeteria, lifting it without any hesitation.

The kiss heated between them, and he found the catch that held the pink bra in place as he kissed his way down her neck. “Oh, f-k,” he moaned as he reached her breasts. “A breast boy,” she laughed. “Bliss,” he declared tasting the metal bar through her nipple with his tongue. “So, how vanilla are we talking?” She asked. And then gasped as he slid down further. “Answer that later. Your tongue is better employed where it is.” He discovered that there was a tattoo that would have been covered by body hair if she possessed any, that said in capitals: Mine, Not Yours. He wondered how painful that would have been to have done.

I moved closer, my breath warm against his neck as I pressed a series of tender kisses along his collarbone. My lips lingered on his neck, tracing a path of soft, urgent kisses. I could feel the heat of his skin beneath my lips, his heartbeat quickening with each touch. I began to suck gently on his flesh, leaving a trail of hickeys that marked my path. My mouth moved with purpose, my tongue darting out to taste and tease, each nip and kiss drawing a deeper reaction from him.

Killan abruptly ceased the passionate kissing and lowered himself to his mate's chest. Killan's lips traced a slow, tantalizing path down Ackerly's neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Alpha sucked on the man's neck as he groaned. Killan ravished Ackerly's neck, leaving passionate marks on his flesh with each fervent kiss.

She hisses as I stroke her, and Maria arches into my touch. With one swift move, I lift her as she wraps her legs around my hips. The floorboards creak under our weight, heightening the moment's intensity. I lean in to kiss her again, our bodies pressed so close I can feel every beat of her heart against my chest. We fall onto the bed, and our limbs entwine as we laugh. She raises up on her elbow as I lie on my back. Her fingers drift over the tattoo on my chest—a skull with roses twined around it, symbolizing a love that defies death.

I’m not ready to love anyone else the way I love him. “You let me worry about your vagina,” he says, “since it’s mine.” “Fuck off, Knox.” “How about eight kids?” “Two.” “Six.” “Two.” “Don’t you ever compromise?” “This is me compromising.” He’s smiling again, and before I can come up with another smart response, he leans in and kisses me. It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s intense. His hand comes up behind my neck, guiding my face to his. Our mouths fit together like they always do—perfectly, hungrily—and I lose track of everything until I hear someone clear their throat. The tattoo artist. Still pretending the wall is fascinating.

"I want to touch you, kiss you and feel you inside of me, Ardolf. To delve into the depths of our connection without reservation or fear." He nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. "I want nothing more, Athena. Let our hearts guide us, and let our love be the compass that leads us forward." As their lips met in a gentle, lingering kiss, a current of electricity surged through their bodies, setting every nerve ending ablaze. Their mouths moved in sync, their tongues entwining in a dance of passion and surrender. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying their shared longing and the promise of what was to come.

She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, letting him catch his breath before attacking his neck once again. His hands ran up and down her body as she suckled his neck. He groaned softly and moaned when she nibbled lightly on his pulse point. Kristen's hot, wet tongue circled his nipples. She flicked them gently as she went back to sucking on his neck. Her tongue swirled around his neck as she sucked on it gently. He was getting harder by the second as each swipe caused him to feel an unbearable heat building in his lower region. He felt like he might come any minute, so he flipped her over and hovered above her.

43 Alpha Knight released a husky growl as my fingers traced the contours of his six-pack abs. His magnificent physique left me utterly captivated by his allure. In an electrifying moment, he reclaimed my lips, gently nipping my lower lip as our gazes remained locked. One of my hands clenched his hair, sending shivers and sparks coursing through my core. I arched my back in response to his kisses trailing along my neck, igniting fiery sensations beneath my skin.

None are different, they're all made from the same mold, let's lessen the madness by using it, why can't a woman use a man? The silent conversation in my mind was silenced by the strong and desire-filled kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, he bit the tip of my tongue letting out a snarl making me moan with my aching breasts rubbing against my bra. Fuck it, I want it and I'll have it. I ran my tongue along his neck wanting to feel every detail of his taste an enormous tattoo running towards his left shoulder the body of a snake. his lips devoured me in the next instant and I let him take me until I lost my breath in the kiss.