Rouge Kissing Tails の小説・ストーリー

"Rouge has a name---Ilaria? Shouldn't you be nameless? Or you couldn't stand the ugly names throwed at you?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your thoughts until now? Do comment down below.

“Anyway, two of your ribs are broken apart from that you are fine. In two days time you should be completely fine. “So…” Rose began striking a conversation with me again. “What happened to you? How did you become a rogue? You still smell nice so I guess that you have recently become a rogue.” “I.. Just as I was about to answer her, the door opened and a girl rushed. “Hey Rose, hey dear beautiful rogue!” The girl greeted jovially. “ That's rude Lisa, you can’t call her a rogue, she has a name. Wait I don’t even know your name” Rose said looking directly at me. The new girl Lisa was also watching me with curiosity.

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.

I scraped my nails across his back as he trusted deep inside of my wet pussy, the only sounds filling the room were our bodies slapping against each other and our ragged breaths. Hunt pressed his lips against my neck and before I knew what he was doing, he bit my skin with his sharp canines. My head rolled back and I came hard around his thick cock, going over the edge. My arms slipped from around his neck as I trembled, but Hunt kept going until he too was coming, filling me with his hot come. Hunt found my lips once again and kissed me. He kissed me as if he had never kissed me before, with his warm tongue seeking mine, his teeth nibbling my lips mouth, his entire mouth possessing mine in

He drawled, a sly smirk curving his lips. Without missing a beat, she said. “Rogue.” The moment those words left her lips, he moved fast. His lips crashed into hers with maddening speed. The kiss was brutal, hungry, like he was trying to brand her from the inside out. His hands framed her waist, possessive, rough, and yet she couldn’t stop the sound that slipped from her throat. She clutched at his jacket, feeling the heat of his body, the solid strength of him pressed flush against her.

Rogue took several steps forward, forcing Lucifer to take the same equivalent steps backwards and he closed the door with his foot, his right hand snaked its way underneath Lucifer’s shirt and grabbed a handful of her right breast. Rogue started to fondle and knead the soft flesh, causing Lucifer to moan into the kiss and that gave Rogue the needed to capitalize. He pinned Lucifer’s tongue for a moment and broke the kiss, a strand of saliva connected the both of their lips and both started to laugh a bit. “T-that was better than the French kisses you used to give me back in the day.” Lucifer commented on Rogue’s kissing skill still in her daze as he had almost kissed her brains out.

he winced when Raja bit his tongue and pulled away from the kiss. "Move your tongue," Raja commanded as he claimed Tales' lips for another kiss. Tales could taste his blood as they share intimate kisses. This time, Tales responded as their tongues swirled together, exchanging saliva. Tales clenched his hand when he was out of breath, but Raja continued to deepen the kiss. Raja's hands crawled towards Tales' neck, pressing his larynx forcefully, which caused Tales' eyes to widen as he struggled to breathe. He tapped Raja's left shoulder, but Raja didn't respond. Tears began to form at the corners of his eyes, pleading for air. Saliva leaked from his mouth as he couldn't swallow, his mind cons

I was happy and I had all the things I could possibly dream of having, but it sure as hell wasn't an easy ride to get here. "Take a moment to imagine our pack captured a rogue and that rogue just happened to be my mate. Continue imagining that this rogue used sarcasm as a natural defence and had an answer for basically everything. Now imagine our father was the reason this rogue was a rogue in the first place and she had nothing left so she pretty much demanded that I earn her trust, to prove I was nothing like our father. Imagine that I did this for almost two weeks, only seeing this rogue three times in that period, during which time I killed two guards and almost killed our Alpha. Imagine

Rooka was making a meat sub when he heard her enter the house. She was sweaty, and her long hair was in disarray, but Rooka dropped what he was doing and staked her, his eyes never leaving hers. In one scoop, he kissed her, It wasn’t a slow kiss, nope, it was like she was his breakfast. The way his tongue sought hers, his teeth bit her lips, and his dick was digging against her stomach, was an indication of what they will be doing later, they will not be able to finish her accession.

She bows her head slightly and leads the way. We walk through halls that twist more than a maze—left, right, straight, then left again—past expensive furniture and walls that smell like old money and quiet cruelty. When we finally reach the Grand Staircase, my legs already feel like I’ve done a workout. The large double doors open the moment we get close, like the servants were waiting, listening. Of course they were. I step in, and my gaze snaps instantly to him. Roland sits at the far end of an unnecessarily long dining table—like he wants distance as a form of intimidation. His phone glows in his hand. He doesn’t look up. Not even a twitch.