Spider-man And Silk Kiss Novels & Stories

The silk cuts deeper into my skin. He picks up speed. His cock hammers my pussy. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes off the walls. I feel every inch. Every pulse. The friction is raw and overwhelming. He adds a second finger to my ass. The stretch is intense. Pressure builds inside me like a storm. He fists my hair and tilts my head back. He crushes his mouth to mine. His tongue plunges deep. He tastes my spit, my desperation. The kiss is messy and perfect.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

“For example, do you see me as a sister, a friend, or something else?” Logan arched his brow in response to my question, his mouth curling up. I watched as he raised his hand towards me, grabbed the back of my head, pulled my face towards him, and kissed me on the lips in spiderman fashion. My toes curled and my fingers tightened their grip on his hair, sending tingles through my entire body. “I don't think a brother or a friend would kiss you like this, the way it curls your toes, love. So it's definitely something else.'"

My spit coated him as I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling. His hips jerked. His hand flew to my hair, fisting it tight. The other wrapped around my throat,not squeezing, just there,a reminder of the control he was barely holding onto. “Fuck… Skye,” he hissed, his voice breaking. “Shit. Fuck,” He yanked me up with a sudden, desperate strength, panting, eyes wild. His mouth slammed into mine, the kiss punishing. His tongue tasted like lust and loss of control. My hand was still stroking him as he kissed me with so much desperation.

I took one leg out, and use the other to kick them to the side, when I got on the bed Tiffanye back up until her back hit the headboard. One look into my eyes, she could see the lust just as I can see it in her eyes our wolves are trying to surface, I already made up my mind not this time, I get to get my prize I have not had sex in two years I have so much built up that I’m really to get release with all my strength I push Spartacus far back into my mind I crawl my way towards Tiffanye when I reach my face I press my lips onto hers, I kiss her with so much passion, it was deep that we begin exchanging our tongues. I use my hands to caress her breast giving her nipples a light squeeze. I hea

Leo had sent me to sensory heaven two times in the space of a single shower. He held his body against mine, slowing his pace to a stop. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed me, teasing me with his lips. I brought my hand up to his face, smiling contentedly as we kissed. My fingers danced down his shoulders, making their way down across his biceps. His skin was slick with moisture, causing my hands to slide easily along.

I exclaim and struggle out of his arms. “I, Saphira Kingston from the Silver Moon pack, reject…”. Even before I finish, he presses his lips to mine. It's like a huge electrical explosion in my body. I grab on to him, my hands go around his neck by themselves. I return his kiss with all the passion in me, like a thirsty man at the last bottle of water...

I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides. He broke from the kiss. “Would you mind if I stay the night? I think there might be a spider in my room.” I laughed. “That’s the oldest trick in the book.” He kept up his poker face. “No, I’m serious. I saw seven, maybe eight legs dart under my bed. It’ll keep me up all night.” I smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “Careful,” I said, our lips still touching. “I might keep you up all night instead.”

His head tilted, and his mouth came down on Leo’s with a desperate, consuming hunger. The kiss was fire and oblivion. It was everything Leo had never known – not the cold demands of Dominic, but a fierce, claiming heat that burned away the lingering traces of humiliation and fear. Silas kissed him like a drowning man finding air, like a soldier laying down arms after a long siege. It was raw, passionate, laced with weeks of suppressed longing and shared fury. His lips were firm, demanding, yet beneath the intensity was a shocking tenderness, a reverence that made Leo’s knees weaken.