Sonic Kisses Human Novels & Stories

’ Cain thought sounding panicked. "It’s a human." "How are you doing that?!" Cain growled. Reaching down, I slapped him across the face. "That’s for trying to stab me." I said icily. Kian smirked, looking at me, a glint in his hazel eyes. "That’s my girl." My heart skipped a beat, but the pain of Sage’s revelation remained. He leaned over, claiming my lips in a hot, deep kiss for a moment before pulling away, leaving my heart a pounding mess.

she muttered, hoping he could read her lips. She gasped when the man suddenly approached her, his large hands wrapping around her waist, his lips descending onto hers. Her eyes widened in shock as the man roughly kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. His kisses were different from Marco's. Marco's kisses were soft and passionate, but this man was rough, almost animalistic. "You are really hot, and your ass feels nice." He spoke, his lips brushing against her. He deepened the kiss, and his hands explored her body, caressing her breasts and her ass.

The sound vibrated between us. My lips moved over hers in a slow, thorough rhythm, licking along the seam, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, releasing it with a soft wet pop before diving back in. Our tongues slid together again, slick and hot, tasting each other like we’d both been starving. The quiet room filled with the intimate sounds of our kiss: soft smacks, breathy sighs, and the faint wet glide of tongues meeting and parting.

Breaking down to be penetrated and stretched in ways my virgin flesh isn't ready to handle yet. My lips give a satisfying smack when Kadmon slides his finger out of my mouth. He lowers his head and his silky black hair cuts and sweeps across my face and neck. His mouth finds mine in a kiss. The hard metal of his piercing stimulates my tender, sensitive lips. At the same time, between my legs, the wild Hasker gives me a different kind of kiss. With two fingers buried deep, his surprisingly soft lips graze my clit. He kisses me there, sucking my bud into his mouth to gently bite and finger it with the tip of his tongue.

How could be he is a human and fuck like that, he has devil’s gift in between his legs. The bed creased and deepen as I felt him over my body. I freed my hand from my face and looked into his satisfied eyes then in the next second he didn’t wait as he leaned down and captured my mouth. The kiss holds the same effects on me as it has always been before. I forgot the whole world and lost in his lips, tongue and mouth. The slow-burning kiss was warming my heart. It’s not usual for him. He always likes rough with force, no matter if it’s a kiss or sex. “Mine,” he roared through his kisses as he went down my neck. Arcing my head I let him nibble on my neck bone. In a flutter, I opened my eyes whe

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

Christopher smiled back and took the other guy’s hand before pulling him close and kissing him. On the mouth. “Oh,” I said, drawing to a stop. Oh, no. Christopher Elton was already taken.

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

It felt real. Then he grew quiet, stared at the bottle. “Can we... talk about us?” he asked finally. I didn’t know what to say. I picked at a loose thread on my sleeve. “Us?” He nodded. “This thing between us. Is it still casual?” The word felt hollow. “It’s what we said.” But I didn’t believe it. He sighed. “I need clarity.” I looked at him. Really looked. Sometimes I forget he’s not human. Not entirely. But next to me, he’s just Isaac; messy, sarcastic, protective.

I spat, the lie sharp on my tongue—a blade I wielded to cut us both. His thumb grazed my jawline, calloused and deliberate, pausing to press against the pulse point beneath my ear. “Mentirosa. (Liar)” The word curled like smoke, dark and knowing, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with a predator’s certainty. “You kiss like it means everything,” he murmured, his voice a velvet rasp. His other hand drifted to the small of my back, fingertips skimming the waistband of my jeans—a featherlight touch that scorched.