Spider-man And Silk Kiss Novels & Stories

Silence deepened between us. Not awkward. Intimate. He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “You trust me,” he said. “Yes.” “Completely.” “Yes.” There was no hesitation. Trust built slowly lasts longer. He leaned in and kissed me. Not urgent. Not claiming. Measured. Intentional. A kiss that acknowledged shared ground rather than conquest. My hands rested against his chest, steady. Feeling the slow rhythm beneath his shirt. The city beyond the glass continued moving. But inside that room, time stretched.

My wife, Wendy Summer, bent over, ready to give the man who had fallen into the water mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but I stepped in front of her. Wendy placed a calming hand on my shoulder. "Rowan, it's just CPR. Nothing's going to happen." The people around us were praising her, but the looks directed at me were full of contempt. I ignored them and gripped her wrist tightly. "If you want to save him, fine. But if you do, we're getting a divorce. I won't stop you."

Silver wasted no time in wrapping his hand around Jax’s neck, pulling him closer before his lips landed on the lips of the other man. The sight of the men kissing hungrily and fisting hair strands increased my libido and I moaned, my hand finding my clit. “So hot” I awed. They kissed so sloppily and hungrily that when they broke the kiss, the men were panting hard. Jax smiled softly with content and Silver returned the smile. As they pulled away from the kiss, Silver’s hand mistakenly pulled at the string holding Jax’s mask in place, and with Jax’s cock still in my mouth, he couldn’t catch his disguise on time.

Cupping his burning hot face in my hands, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. "I do," I whispered. That kiss tore through his short-circuiting system like a massive electrical current. The last remnants of his shame and logic completely disintegrated, replaced by nothing but pure ecstasy. Silas violently tossed the empty velvet box aside and scooped me entirely off the ground. Reversing our positions, he claimed my lips in a possessive and breathless kiss. [Jade kissed me! She put the ring on! She knows every single one of my secrets and she still chose to kiss me!]

The kiss was not an invitation; it was a detonation. It was the collision of two apex predators locked inside a silver tomb while the world above them burned with paranoia and slaughter. Silas Vane didn't just kiss me; he consumed me. The civilized King vanished instantly, replaced by a hundred year old Lycan fighting for the possession of his fated mate. His lips were harsh, demanding, and tasted heavily of whiskey and impending violence. His massive, steel-braced hands cupped my face with a desperate, crushing intensity, his thumbs tracing the line of my jaw as if he were trying to memorize the architecture of my skin.

"The money is safe. Marcus is... somewhere. Adrian is outside." "And the baby?" Silas asked, his eyes darkening. "The Ghost is working on it," Leo said. "We’ll find him." Silas stared at him for a long moment. Then he lifted his hand, extending his index finger. He curled it, beckoning Leo closer. Leo leaned in. "Kiss me," Silas commanded. Leo pressed his lips to Silas’s. It was a chaste kiss, careful of his split lip. But Silas deepened it immediately, his tongue darting out to taste Leo. He tasted of copper and medicine.

A growl rumbled through his chest as he gripped my waist, hoisting me to his hip without stopping. My pussycle clenched as a pool formed in my core. Oh, the moon goddess. Fuck! I breathed heavily; a silver string of saliva caught between us as we parted. His eyes lingered on the thread, watching it break, before kissing me once more. Spittle dripped from the sides of our lips as we exchanged fluids passionately. He gripped my ass, grinding himself on my pussycat, and I let out another moan. “Ngh.” “Hello?” A knock from outside startled us.

Yvonne turned her head and smiled at Kiran, "You love Snow Xander, not me. If we die together, I’d actually be happy!" "Crazy woman!" Kiran stood up, about to set Yvonne down. Yvonne suddenly laughed, giving Kiran a flirtatious look, "Silly man! Why don’t you examine my body?" "Your body?" Kiran was stunned. "If you properly examine my body, wouldn’t you know?" Kiran was taken aback, looking at Yvonne. Yvonne hooked her arms around Kiran’s neck, her face wearing a seductive smile, "Kiss me, and I’ll tell you what Immortal Silkworm Gu is."

Teeth marks, hand prints on my neck, ass, and breast. “You belong to us, Louisa Andramos. Say it.” and there was that authoritative tone again from Silas that had me nodding to his words. “I belong to you.” I rasped through the kiss. Their heavy breathing mixed with mine filled my ears as their hard bodies sandwiched me in the middle. "You taste so sweet, baby," Kyler spoke between the kisses. I could feel myself burn up. Silas still had his pants hanging loose around his waist; he didn’t need much help freeing his dick, which was still pressing against me.

The closeness and sensuality of their dance was for all intents and purposes discernible, her bad habit like hold on his chicken as they kissed, fell to pieces, mounted the post, then, at that point, rejoined. With easy beauty, she transformed herself, spiderman-kissing her accomplice from a higher place.