Shivering Lips Novels & Stories

I wanted to give her everything, even though I had no idea how. Just then, she stirred, her brows scrunching slightly as a small noise left her lips. My lips twitched at the sight. She shifted, and suddenly, her mouth started moving as if she were eating something in her dream. The way her lips pressed and parted, it was oddly… alluring in my sight and before I realized what I was doing, a smile curved at the corners of my lips.

His deep whisper colliding with her trembling lips made her shudder in fear. "And I wholeheartedly accept you as my fiance and darling," He paused lowering his gaze to her quivering lips. "You have no choice but to be mine." He ended his dreadful words keeping his dark gaze fixated over her shivering plump lips. "Freya," His deep breath of her name colliding with her lips made her snap her eyes to him only to find his hypnotized gaze fixed over her parted lips. "You're mine!" With the whisper of his claim over her he thrusted his malicious lips again her luscious ones making her body jolt up in terror.

The fire was roaring in my ears, the flames higher than my head and around me in a complete circle, the shadows behind the fire obscured and barely visible between the flickering or the flames, the loud inhuman shrieks overridden by the waves. I turned in a circle, my heart pounding, and my breathing ragged. I lifted my hands over my mouth to combat the choking smoke that felt like its thick ashy tendrils were crawling down my throat. I coughed and blinked away the tears as my eyes watered, grunting and cowering away from the flames and the wisps of it reached for me, burning my clothes and singing my skin. I screamed in fear seeing the flames lower slightly and the dark monstrous creatures

It wasn't on my list. Just when I thought, he will spare me. He held my chin. The warmth of his fingertips entering my cold skin. And I shivered at the contact. His voice turned husky and he pressed a finger on my lips. Tracing my lips shape. And it all caused me to shiver more because of heightened senses. I wanted to open my eyes. But his naked chest made me decide otherwise. "I must say, You have got some killer lips, Sweetcheeks. I am almost tempted to touch these soft petals. They seem juicy and sweet. How about I taste them?"

Like a bird’s heartbeat—frantic, unsteady, on the verge of collapse. Her wrist was ice-cold. The shivering started in her hands first, a soft, uneven tremor. Then, it spread. Up her arms. Into her shoulders. Her entire body started shaking. Uncontrolled. Violent. Her breath hitched, strangled and uneven, like she was trying to force air through lungs that refused to expand. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. I covered her eyes. Blocked out the world. Blocked out whatever was eating her alive.

She stopped herself before the word could slip free. His lips curved, a predator sensing the prey’s hesitation. “Finish it.” She shook her head, refusing to give him that victory, but her body betrayed her. When his other hand came up to cup her jaw, she didn’t pull away. The calloused pad of his thumb traced the edge of her mouth, lingering as though committing the shape of her lips to memory. “You’re trembling,” he murmured again, voice low and dangerous now. “Maybe I’m just cold.” “Liar.”

The broad tips grazed the fabric, and the flesh beneath it—a shiver shot through my skin. My lips pursed tight. Hands gripped tight. All to maintain a calm facade. 'You're doing well, kitten.' His fingers pressed and glided down the middle of my desperate lips, prodding them to open for him. Anticipation speared to my throat—I bit my lower lip to stay quiet. 'Good… you know I don't like to share.' His voice was even lower, slow and dangerous, like his scorching lips trailing down my neck, giving me goosebumps all over.

A wave of dry heat made Shiv furrow his brow deeply. "Toffee, you're playing with fire", In a threatening tone, he spat out a warning through pursed lips, "I dare you to try moving again!" However, Adrija obviously did not hear his hoarse voice at all. Shiv's heart thumped as he looked at her lips. They had a perfect shape and were moist and soft like the wet and red flesh of fruit. However, they also seemed to carry a hint of seduction. He turned his head and gently moved closer. The taste of her lips made him thirsty.

A shiver ran through her spine. ''Cold?'' He asked, although it was obvious that he knew her shivering had nothing to do with cold. ''Do you know werewolves have the ability to warm themselves in time of cold,'' he said softly, like they were having a normal conversation. He stepped closer, and Shira froze, unable to bring herself to move. She should be covering the towel, hiding her exposed flesh from his gaze, but she could not bring herself to move. Shira watched, horrified at her own wayward emotions as the Shark stepped forward till he reached the bed. She remained deathly still as he pulled her into his arms -- roughly, causing the white towel to slip further down.

The sound of her shivering lungs seemed like the only sign she was there with him, the shadows swallowing her whole. "I feel like I'm at sea- in the bottom of all those godforsaken ships." One of her hands covered her mouth as she winced tightly, as if she was about to be sea sick. Her hand wrapped into a tight fist against her lips as a weak inhale attempted to calm her down. Another vehement wail shook the house, the inhale pushed back through her teeth as she started to shiver fiercely. He watched mutely, unsure of how to react. "It's so cold," She whispered, her eyes closed. "The wind is..." A grimace marked her face as she wet her throat.