Sealed Lips Novels & Stories

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His fingers gripped my chin firmly, forcing me to hold still as his thumb gently stroked the tense muscle of my cheek. "Stop biting your lip," he murmured, using his other hand to press his thumb against my bottom lip and his index finger against the top, prying my mouth open. Before I could protest, he slid his middle finger past my lips, forcing them apart to prevent me from biting down again. "I hate you," I spat, the words muffled by his intrusion. His lips curled in a tight, humorless smile. "I know." In a sudden, defiant gesture, I tore my face away from his hand and spat directly onto his, wiping my lips with the back of my hand to emphasize my disgust.

Levi lets his sentence die, allowing Jamari to decide how she wants to play this next part. Jamari purses her lips, the sight drawing my attention to her plump lips and sending flames of arousal throughout my system once again. My eyes lock onto her lips as they disappear between her teeth, a nervous habit that I have noticed with Jamari countless times before. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I attempt to regain control over my body.

I swallowed hard when I saw her lips part slightly, her lips were full and round, even without no lipstick, they were perfectly pink. At that moment, I had no other thought in my head, I leaned down slightly, the close proximity between us was endearing. I slowly closed my eyes, shutting the distance between us and kissed her.

At first, it was the shock of it which changed without warning to a painful burn converting such an intimate moment into a kiss of death. My hands touched my peppery, swollen crimson-red lips. They were so big, like I'd gotten liposuction and required healing. Stick them with a needle and they might pop like a balloon. My splotchy cheeks shriveled like a raisin. Shit! The sacred stone did not rectify the issues with our mate bond.

When we reached the cafeteria, Celia turned to look at me. Her bottom lip was swollen and ruby red. She looked like she wanted to say something. As she looked at me, she bit her lip and I realized she must have been biting her lip as we were walking. The only thought in my head was, I want to be the reason her lips are red and swollen. I had an overwhelming urge to kiss her, hard and deep and not stop. I started to move towards her as she turned away.

The fabric was plastered to my swollen lips now, clinging to every fold, my clit was throbbing against the seam so hard I could feel my pulse in it. My nipples stabbed against my tank top, so tight, desperate for contact. I tried to close my thighs, just anything for that pressure, and the leather straps bit in, holding me cruelly open. That reminder made a, needy whine crawled out of my throat. He broke the kiss with a wet smack, and both of them breathing hard. Her lips were swollen, glossy with saliva, and her eyes looks like they were already fucked-out. “Jesus,” she panted, gasping for air. “You kiss like you’re trying to fuck my mouth.”

His lips touched her labia. The texture was warm, moist, and soft. His lower lip touched the lower part of the labia, while his upper lip touched the upper part. His lips enclosed the labia between them. His lips were dry, and when they touched her moist skin, the dry lips absorbed some of the moisture, producing a “squeak” sound, like a sponge coming into contact with water.

Levi's kiss was a testament to the intensity of his feelings, a way to bridge the gap that had formed between them and convey the depths of his love. Selena's response was a mixture of surprise and surrender, her lips responding to his with a mixture of passion and vulnerability. The room was alive with the echoes of their connection, a symphony of emotions that reverberated through the air. Their kiss was a declaration of the unspoken promises and the shared journey they had undertaken.

Julian’s tongue delved deep, a slow, thorough exploration that tasted of sweet and the raw desperation of the moment. It was a kiss that demanded entry, a conquest of Leo’s mouth that mirrored the one happening between their bodies. Leo melted into it, his arms sliding around Julian’s neck, pulling him closer, anchoring himself as the world spun dangerously around them. When they finally broke apart, their lips were swollen and glistening, connected by a thin strand of saliva that snapped in the humid air.