Shivering Lips Novels & Stories

Shivering I slowly move my hands away from the carving. Deimos softly puts his nose into the nape of my neck making me shiver further leaving my breathless. Taking in a deep whiff of my scent I feel his hands shaking urging him to touch me. He holds my hips bringing my back to his front. Softly kissing the side of my neck, he sucks, nips and bites gently as I moan leaning further into him.

His hands steady against her back, their chests pressed together, their tongues intercepted in a tug and pull of their kiss, he nipped on her bottom lip and broke away to find her overflown with desire. He laid her on the floor and whispered in her ear, "I may hurt you a little, just tell me when to stop," he said. He captured a faint nod between her sighs, he stretched her arms up and slowly ran his hands all the way down to her panty and pulled them off. She shivered under his fingertips, and when he made his way back up with his gentle kisses, along her thighs, to her pelvis, up to her belly, and trailed his way up with his tongue to her breasts, her skin erupted.

Jealous by Maoli Before Shane released my chin, I swallowed with my mouth wide open. His eyes darkened as I licked my bottom lip. He was angry, but I could tell from the way his breathing picked up that he was pleased. His thumb pressed into my lip and I stared into his eyes as he slid his finger in. My lungs screamed for air, but my lower lips wanted to poke the angry wolf. He pulled his thumb out, his hand disappearing from my skin.

Biting her lips and sucking on her tongue desperately. A low gasp escaped parted lips when he entered her, and she felt a sharp pain. Reminding her of their previous lovemaking. “Say you like me,” he whispered and slowly cupped her face. Shania's eyes were half shut. Biting her lips to stop herself from moaning in ensure. “Chris… p-please…someone…might come here,” she stammered with a shiver, but Christian didn't adhere to her words but captured her mouth for a desperate kiss.

The humid breath flowing across my skin sent such a shudder through me. With skin so soft and warm, and so inviting that the fingers slid down Visha's cheek.Her eyes fluttered shut, and her lips curled slightly upward, waiting for my kiss, sending reverberations of thrill through my entire body. Time seemed to stretch around us...I slowly leaned in, my lips pulling toward hers as though by magnetic force.

I can’t think of a single moment since I’ve known her that I’ve been uninterested. I notice she has a little cinnamon sugar on her lip, and I’ve been dying to lean in and suck it off. Shayla looks at me and blinks probably noticing I’m staring at her lips like some weirdo. Licking my lips, I move my hand from her hair and brush it along her jaw to her chin. “You’ve got sugar on your lip,” I whisper whilst leaning in, I suck it off her bottom lip gently. Shayla’s eyes close when I brush my lips over hers as I did earlier, only this time she parts her lips for me, and I kiss her slow and deep as I’ve been dying too, and God it felt good. I hear her soft moan when our tongues touch, and it spur

Her hands start to shiver. "Please release me. This bothers me. I don't like it. "She begged, her lips pressed together. "Stop biting your lips," he grumbled as his grip on her buttocks tightened. She got perplexed since she had developed a habit of biting her lips when she was frightened or bashful. She doesn't always realize she's biting her lips. His lustful gaze was fixed on her lips, and he slammed his lips on hers. As he continued to kiss the heck out of her, he grabbed her butt even harder.

Up close, the sheer, alarming state of my physical body seemed to finally hit his senses. I was shivering so violently that my teeth were audibly chattering against one another. My breath was coming in short, rapid, shallow gasps, the hot air escaping my chapped, bloodless lips like steam. My cheeks were burned with a deep, dark crimson flush—a terrifying contrast to the ghostly, pale skin of my neck and forehead. I couldn’t focus on him; my eyes were glassy, swimming with a heavy, feverish glaze that left me entirely exposed.

Instead, it was a terrifying, suffocating silence. Their tiny, fragile bodies instantly, involuntarily curled into tight, rigid balls. The warm flush of sleep completely drained from their soft skin in a matter of seconds, their delicate lips turning a faint, terrifying shade of bruised blue. They began to shiver violently, their tiny teeth audibly chattering as an unnatural, bone-deep frost seeped directly into their very souls.

Sheila's POV I shivered violently, my teeth chattering uncontrollably. The icy air coming from the window gnawed at my skin, and my body felt like it was on the verge of shattering. My breath came out in uneven puffs, visible in the dim light of the cell. The stone floor beneath me was so cold, seeping into my bones. I hugged my knees tightly, trying to find even the smallest amount of warmth, but it was futile. My lips trembled, and the cold made my chest ache. Each time my teeth chattered, the sound echoed, filling the otherwise silent cell.