Shivering Lips Novels & Stories

"But if I am the one who stops, you have to keep moving. You have to finish the purge." ​"No," I whispered. "We do it together, or we don't do it at all." ​He pulled me closer, his hand sliding behind my neck, holding me in place. The distance between us evaporated. When our lips met, it wasn't a tentative or soft gesture; it was a desperate, fierce collision. It was a rejection of the cold, digital world that wanted to consume us. It was a grounding force—a tangible, breathing reality that neither Victor nor the Architect could ever emulate or understand.

There was a stillness, a dull ache, a whimper, and a longing to sleep. The earth started shaking. Windows rattled, the painting of the green apple fell from the wall, and the books threatened to escape their shell. Willow tightly held onto the armrest of the chair. "It's time," she said looking at him.

Her lower lip was more plump and luscious than her upper lip. He noticed how her lips were quivering. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked a bit dazed. She was extremely sensitive but her registration powers were shallow. It was taking her a bit too long to understand what just happened. In the darkness of the night, he could still see the red glow on her face. Even the tips of her ears turned crimson along with her neck. Aiden let her go as she slowly plastered her shaking body to the door and pressed her fingers on her swollen lips in shock. Her eyes were now focused on her lap.

I felt Ava throwing a tantrum. Her voice was no longer calm and gentle. Instead, it had become shrill and angry. "Mommy! Why aren't you listening to me? Why didn't you eat? Are you trying to starve me to death?!" After a brief pause, she asked, "Can… Can you actually hear me?"

She can't be signed by the devil himself. She stiffed when his cold hand planted on her cheeks, his thumb rubbed her cheek slowly and she shivered. "I don't like waiting, baby girl " She shuddered at his cold voice and his thumb rubbing her lower lip slowly. It felt cold and interesting, it make her shivered with pleasure and she hated it and when his thumb covered both lips, her whole body trembled, it felt good. No, no, she was supposed to hate that. "Time is tickling, baby girl."

She licked her lips, still feeling the taste of honey and his finger—her mouth was burning all over, but her body was shivering with pleasure. She can’t believe that she just sucked his finger. “I want to kiss every part of your skin and chew it out! ” He groaned while rubbing her cheek against hers and taking rapid breaths. “I don’t know why I can’t control myself around you! ” Both looked into each other’s eyes, and her heart was thundering so loud. He interlocked her hair behind her ear while rolling his eyes at her pinkish lips in the first place before scanning her face. Her lips are shivering, grabbing all his attention.

He could have straighten up but he wanted to be in close proximity with her. "Mercy," he whispered under his breath as he could feel the tiny tingles on his lips wanting to capture hers. He looked in her eyes and she look terrified. Terrified to the core. Her body was shivering badly now. The night began to run in her mind like a tape. Her shivering lips grabbing his attention more and more.

"It's time the both of you get a little refresher of what happens to liars." With another flick of his head and a second to spare, once again I'm submerged in glacial water. This time nothing I do stops the shivers, my body out right convulses as a cold burning sensation takes root along every inch of me. Numb but excruciating, as if a hot iron was being pressed against my flesh everywhere. My hands ball into fists as I yank at the chains, my teeth and jaw clenching so hard as I attempt to stay quiet, to keep my hisses inside. No words come out of my mouth, I'm too breathless to speak, my lungs have frozen along with the rest of me. It doesn't stop, the frigid downpour keeps coming.

It was a gaze that seemed to strip away all pretense, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Attempting to regain her composure, she nervously licked her lips, a reflexive action born out of a mix of anticipation and apprehension. A tentative smile formed on her face, betraying her inner turmoil, and she nodded her head in affirmation, unable to find her voice to respond verbally. It felt as if her words had gotten caught in her throat, trapped by the overwhelming emotions that surged within her.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. Isabella shivered in his embrace, a deep, involuntary tremor that spoke of more than just the cool air in the room. Her body, taut with years of unspoken desire, was a willing vessel, responding to the magnetic pull of his touch. Their lips met in a fierce, urgent, and profoundly passionate collision.