Rolls Off The Tongue Rwby

She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones. The caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇

While the criminal was brutally killing me, my dad, the head of the criminal investigation division, and my mom, the chief forensic pathologist, were attending my sister Lily Lambert’s match. In a bid for revenge, the criminal, who had once been captured by my dad, cut out my tongue and used my phone to call him. My dad only said one thing before hanging up. "No matter what’s going on, Lily’s match is the top priority today!" The criminal sneered, "Seems I’ve kidnapped the wrong person. I thought they would love their biological daughter more!" At the crime scene, my parents were shocked by the brutal state of the body and condemned the cruelty of the killer. However, they did not realize that the horrifically mutilated corpse was their own daughter.

“Just as pathetic as I remember you to be, sweetheart.” “I sleep with you because I’m unfortunate to be married to you so don’t bother reading between the lines.” Slapping his treacherous lips away from my own, I huff frantically. “I detest the sight of you, bastard.” He smirks throwing me against the filthy wall of the cave before whispering against my lips, “I know, sweetheart.” Fisting his shirt, I pull him in, “I’ll kill you someday for all your bullshit. The best part is I’ll be hailed as a hero for it.” I dig my nails into his side while digging my heels in his toes. Chuckling, he kissed me with a novel fervour. Too consumed with his taste on my tongue I don’t realize he had taken me off the floor. In times like these he made his hate achingly obvious by his rough groping. When after several seconds he is still ravaging my mouth, I slap his arm to gasp for air but he takes his sweet time devouring life out of me. He let me go only when my life flashes before my eyes. Caressing my hair as I huffed out puffs of air, he smirked. “Good Morning, Nafasm.” I'll remember to add getting away with murder on my bucket list. .... I had everything in life figured out and about half a year to get out of college and finally experience life (Breathy tone) but that's when Sienna, my bitch of a friend, asked me for a favor. Why the hell am I kidnapped? And what is with these people growling like rabid dogs? And please, can anyone tell me why the f*ck, AM I GETTING MARRIED TO THEIR HUNK OF A GANG LEADER WITH UNNATURAL GLOWING EYES?

Seeing him lick my juice off his hands turned me on so bad I wished I was the one he ate with so much passion. “Tell me Princess, what next did I do?” His voice sounded way too calm for someone who just raised my heart rate. I looked at him—his blue eyes staring into my soul, my juice made his lips shine. “You ate me out,” I cooed. He looked at me with a dark smile. “I have been hungry, maybe it’s time to eat then.” He planted a kiss on her lips and I could taste myself—I loved how I tasted good. He broke the kiss then took the other free tit into his mouth and sucked like his life depended on it. His mouth found me, hot and eager, licking my pussy with a hungry groan that made me shake. His tongue moved slowly at first, tasting me, circling my clit until I was trembling. He sucked gently, then harder. ********** When love turns toxic, desperation takes over. Imogen's marriage to wealthy Perry was supposed to be a fairytale, but behind the glamour, she's suffocating. Caught in a web of lies and infidelity, Imogen's last hope is a romantic trip to Rome. But when she catches Perry cheating, her world crashes down. Enter Silas Moretti - mysterious, charming, and passionate. As Imogen's secret affair with Silas ignites, she finds herself trapped between two worlds: one of luxury and lies, the other of forbidden desire and danger. When murder entwines their lives, Perry becomes the prime suspect. Imogen's dark secrets surface, and Silas promises to help. But as their romance intensifies, Imogen realizes she may have traded one cage for another. Will she escape the deadly trap of her own making, or will her quest for revenge consume her?

Demetria Hernandez wants one thing. To grow her cozy bakery without getting tangled in the world of the rich and entitled. Then she crashes into Marion Whitfield, a billionaire with a razor-sharp tongue, a dangerous smirk, and zero patience for her attitude. She hopes never to see him again. Fate laughs. When she’s hired for a high-profile charity gala, she discovers the client’s son is none other than the arrogant stranger she can’t stand… and can’t stop thinking about. Clashing becomes their routine. Chemistry becomes their problem. And when jealousy turns deadly, Marion realizes one brutal truth. Money can’t protect him from losing the one woman he was never supposed to want. In a world of luxury and lies, love is the one thing neither of them can control.

"Betrayal is a sin, flower," He murmured near my ears, his arctic orbs whisking the warmth of my flesh against his. A course of harrowing singeing fire drifted down my body from the swell of my breasts to my heated core. My nerves screaming with torturous touch of his skin against mine, I couldn’t think for he had me confine in his arms. Brutally, he swept his tongue under the rim of my ear whilst my breath hitched and my tears become uncontrollable. The blood seeped through the cut I gifted him with as he inflated every bit of my scent I had to offer. His filthy tongue leapt across my lower lip with hellish slowness. The bond tempted me to submit to him. "I do not yearn to hear your cries, Katarina. Worship me with your moans." He commanded and I closed my eyes tightly not wishing to swim in those ocean pools of his. Their intimidating tone of his made me want to submit fully to him, to hand over the reins of my soul in his fists. Tears streamed down my face. "F-Forgive me, Xerxes." I stammer softly unable to face his wrath for I knew he was just playing with me, toying with my emotions before he punish me for deeds I've done. Xerxes cruelly grasped my wrists whilst locking them above my head so he could fully discern my naked flesh. "Forgive you?" He mocked, his eyes holding mine into a captivating grip as he licked his lips. "You let another male touch what belonged to me, tell me, flower, why must you test me like this.” I gulped unable to meet his gaze. He chuckled dryly. “Spread your legs, Katarina. The nectar I’m craving is between your legs.”

Adrian Hale, the alpha's son, has spent his entire life preparing to take over his pack, and he was ready to lead with strength, honor, and discipline, but everything changes on his 18th birthday when he scents his fated mate. Its Lucas Rayne, the cocky heir of a rival pack and a man he has hated for years. Lucas isn’t excited about it either. Known for his reckless charm and sharp tongue, he has no interest in being tied to his sworn enemy. But no matter how hard they try, neither of them can fight the bond pulling them together. As tensions between their packs grow and danger stirs on campus, Adrian and Lucas must choose. Will they reject the bond and keep their packs safe or risk everything for a love that could unite or destroy them both?

Dimitri's voice lowered, sending shivers down my spine. "Unless your goal is to get me hard princess, best believe I'll be using your tongue as my reliever." He traced his finger teasingly along my lips, making me blush even harder. ****** Nineteen year old Layla Bamford is the princess of Asentrix and is slated to marry the prince of Fremen but being fed up with her life being constantly dictated by her poisonous Step-mother who is the queen, Layla flees, only to land herself into the dangerous yet attractive hands of Dimitri Vikings. Dimitri is the most notorious underworld lord who heads one of Italy's largest Mafias. With a hidden identity, Layla must endure in the handsome and possessive yet brutal hands of Dimitri for her life may just depend on it.

After the death of her mother, Amelia's life turns upside down. She is forced to leave the life she once knew and start all over again in a new small town. Starting fresh seemed easy...not. Not only is she to live with the man she never knew of (her father) but she can't help but be taunted by a pull toward that obnoxious tall and incredibly handsome boy who gets on her last nerves. But things in this small town are not all what they seem and Amelia finds out the hard way - How do you tell your human mate that all you want is her taste on your tongue? -Raiden What is going on with me? Why am I so wet for him?- Amelia 【Book 2 after She's Mine To Claim: Tasting And Claiming His Luna】

"I'm a jerk, but you stole my heart"---->Derek"I'm a better person when i'm around you"---->Halsey"I fell in love with you because you loved me when I couldn't love myself"---->NicholasBut what shocked me the most were Alec's words..."I want you. All of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes. Your imperfections. I want you and only you."---->Alec Brad.It all started when i agreed to move in with them. The four bad ass of Greenville. Currently, i had been forced to attend a party with them and we were all playing truth and dare at the moment with other high schoolers.The bottle was spun around and it landed between me and Alec. I was to ask the question."Truth or dare?" I say slightly slurring on my words due to the little drinks i had taken."Truth" he replies with a lot of confidence, smirking at me, his green eyes holding my gaze.This was the perfect time to ask him what has always been bothering me. And then my question rolls out of my tongue."When was your last kiss?"He seemed shocked with the question but covers it up quickly with an evil smile, as he searches around for something, or maybe someone. Having found it, he turned around to face me and answered my question."Now"And with that, he pulls me up in a swift movement, grabs my waist, draws me closer to him,and then you can imagine what happens next. My asshole is kissing me.