Novel & Cerita Rouge Kissing Knuckles

I look at Gina who sticks her tongue at me playfully. I stick my tongue back causing us to giggle in unison. "I see. Let me see if I have any in stock. You said a hot pink or a light pink?" He asks, sitting down in his chair and typing in his keyboard. "A light pink." I reply fidgeting with my pants anxiously. I don't even know why I'm anxious right now, sometimes it just happens randomly.

His lips attacked my neck, kissing wetly and naughtily as he worked down to my shoulder, pushing the robe further down to expose more of my skin to his heavenly lips. But somehow in the rush of passion and frenzied groping and kissing, I caught a glimpse of his knuckles and fists, they were deeply reddened. “W-what happened to your knuckles…” My voice was breathless. “Did you get into a fight?” His gleaming dark eyes met mine and I felt flips in my soul. “I don’t get into fights. I beat the shit out of people.” He said in a sensual growl and then smashed his lips on mine, his mouth plundering me wetly and with all the vulgar skills I had never experienced in my life. I moaned into his mouth,

He asked with his eyes widened Yeah; I said smiling and all of a sudden, he hugged me Thank you so much Lily, I love you too; he said as we hugged He unlocked from the hug and locked his lips with mine OMG! I wanted to resist because all eyes were on us but he held me tight He bite my lips softly Suddenly, we heard noises all over the car park We quickly unlocked from the kiss and everyone had gathered round us OMG! I feel so shy As they saw us unlocking from the kiss, they all clapped and there are smiles in everyones face I also smiled He held my hand and I stared into his eyes and he chuckled

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.

*** ~~Knox~~ *** The first swipe of my tongue makes her thighs tremble. I don't ease in. Not when she's spread like this for me. I rub my face against her, wild, feral, then drink her in. Tongue flicking, circling, devouring. “Oh, fuck, Knox.” She squirms, but I grip her thighs and pull her in. I alternate between gentle licks and firm pressure, finding a rhythm that drives her wild.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

She leaned back, allowing him to capture her lips in a deep kiss while they rubbed against each other's bodies. Ruhi gawked at how sexy the scene looked and admired his brawny arms and the way he wrapped them around the girl. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossed it on the floor, and reached for her skirt again. The girl moaned and clutched onto his arm as he moved her panties aside and rubbed her. Ruhi forgot about being quiet and gasped out loud at this.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.