Rouge Kissing Knuckles Novels & Stories

I keep walking, my feet stepping on stones, on branches, and everything there is on the bottom, and soon, I’m right behind him. I wrap my hands around his torso and lean my forehead on his back. It’s quiet, the only sound is the wind touching the water and our breathing. “You're a fucking liar, McDavid. “I whisper, “It's damn cold. “ “Yeah?” He says and still doesn't move. I stand on my toes, my feet digging in the mud on the bottom. “Yes,” I say quietly and kiss his neck. And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face.

Rouge Mate Of The Alpha King (Second Chance is either an Adversity or The Moon Goddess’ Charm) Chapter 1: Pain Morana’s point of view Tears dampened my eyes the more as I rubbed the ointment I managed to steal from the healing house on my skin around my arm. It burns badly as the liquid peppered against my skin, bitting my lips hard to hold back the scream bubbling inside my throat. I would have healed myself but he forbids me from doing that, and even my wolf at the moment is as weak as I am.

"How can I kiss a mouth that tastes like a fireplace?" The sheer audacity of him sent a surge of heat through me. I lunged forward, my hand reaching out to grab the back of his head, wanting to pull him into a kiss that would silence that smart mouth once and for all. But he was faster. He slipped under my arm, a flash of silver and red, and drifted toward the brass pole in the center of the room. I clenched my fist. He's surely messing with me again. "What kind of performance do you want tonight, Rocco?" he asked, his hand sliding up the cold metal as he arched his back, showing off the lean, muscular lines of his body.

Exactly what I never wanted. “Reign! Wait for us!” I heard Aby and Chris yell behind me, their voices echoing across the cafeteria. I still kept storming out, my boots pounding against the floor as if I were running from something dangerous. I was trembling in anger, shaking so hard I could barely think. Dang it, if only I could punch his thick face again and not care about the consequences. How dare him steal my first kiss like that? That moment was supposed to be special. It was supposed to be romantic, shared with the boy I love, not forced on me by him. This has to be the unluckiest day of my life, hands down.

His knuckles torn. “You hid some of these,” I whispered. Ronan looked down at me. “So did you.” “That is not an answer.” “It is the only one I have.” I gave him a look, and he bent to kiss my forehead. The kiss undid something in me. We stepped into the shower together. At first, there was no romance in it. Only water. Hot water hitting skin, running brown-red at our feet as blood, ash, smoke, dirt, and battle washed from us.

I tasted myself in his lips and that made me all the more aroused. My hands curled around his neck, gently rubbing his shoulders while as we kissed passionately. Just then, Ken's raghed breathing echoed through the room as he came on the couch. Killian broke the kiss, cupping on of my boobs as he dropped on the right side. Ken moved towards the bed, taking the left side and cupping my boobs as well. The two of them squeezed my boobs with equal rhythms. When one rolled his finger around nipple, the other squeezed my entire boob. They repeated this action simultaneously, making my folds grease with my juice once more.

Temujin exclaimed. The ura nage was a suplex. Aki made a small, silent and rapid clapping gesture with her fingers under her chin, which looked cute and girly. Because of the drawn-out tension from Sasha’s storytelling, the two audience members felt welcome relief and Sasha beamed with pride. “Aye, upon me life! First, I grabbed her cutting hand and pulled with all my might, then I wrapped both my arms around her waist, pulled up, and she landed behind me shoulder first.”

His rough, calloused hand tightened just enough around my throat to keep me completely pinned. He didn't wait for my answer. Rouge crashed his lips down onto mine. It was a brutal, punishing kiss. There was no slow build-up. There was only raw, primal force. His massive body pressed me flat against the heavy wooden door, trapping me completely.

The kiss wasn't long but it was filled with longings, and fueled by an overwhelming mixture of raw emotions and gratitude. Clara poured every ounce of her shattered, healing heart into it, her fingers digging desperately into his white corporate shirt. Arthur groaned into the kiss, his massive arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her effortlessly until her toes left the yellow plush rugs.

“Let’s see what the Prince of Unexpected Kisses wants.” She cleared her throat and read the message out loud again in a mock-deep, overly smooth voice. “Hey Maya, maybe we could hang out sometime, no pressure take your time…” I buried my face in my blanket. “Oh my God stop, he's accent is more of British french and not Scottish or whatever you're doing” She slapped my leg. “Why is he being so gentle? Why is he being so nice? Why is he being this soft? who raised him?”