Spider Man Kiss Mj Novels & Stories

I started. "It'll wash up on shore," he said, then leaned down and kissed me. I quickly lost myself to the kiss, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. His hands went to my sides, pulling me in closer. As we stood there, kissing, another wave crashed against Dean's back. My feet lost their grip on the ocean floor, but Dean stayed steady. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter.

I stared at his perfect lips, wanting to kiss them, as they formed the words. “Yeah, well, I never said I was a good student.” The fingers of one of Noah’s hands made their way to my chin, moving me into a gentle, yet insistent kiss. The kiss deepened, my lips parting to give him more. His kiss was hot and deep, banishing every unhappy thought from my mind. He tucked his head, breaking the connection and allowing me to replenish the much needed oxygen for my aching body. I took an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes closed, feeling lightheaded and wonderful.

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

It was a cage. She sat on the edge of the bed, clutching her knees to her chest. Her mind replayed the ultimatum Dante had given her. The rules. The kiss. That final condition unsettled her more than the rest. Why a kiss? It wasn’t the demand of a cold-hearted mafia lord; it was something else. Intimate. Possessive. A claim. And though the thought of it made her skin burn with defiance, a traitorous shiver of curiosity lingered in her chest.

This was one of three where he was laughing. She put it in her bag. Alexander watched but said nothing. His phone buzzed. He read the message and his expression shifted in the small specific way she was learning to read. "Marcus has eyes on the address," he said. "And?" Elena said. "There is a light on inside," Alexander said. "Ground floor apartment. Single occupant visible through the window. Woman. Dark hair. Fifties." Elena felt something move through her chest. Quick and electric. "That's her," she said.

The doors opened at 8:47. "Something smells good." His voice arrived before he did — low, unhurried, the voice of a man who assumed he'd be listened to and was never wrong. Dominic Moretti filled doorways the way most men filled chairs. Broad. Still. The particular stillness of someone who had never needed to raise his voice to make a room go quiet. He had a fresh cut on his jaw. Lena looked at it for one second. Then looked back at the tomatoes. "You're bleeding," she said

Keya P.O.V "I have a what?!" Ok, I'm about to freak the hell out! I feel like someone just told me not to move. Because they saw a spider in my hair! I start hyperventilating and I feel my eyes widening as I'm about to scream my lungs out! But then I hear my awesome Papi ask curiously, "Can you get it off her?!" My head snaps to him and I hug him tightly around his strong neck and kiss him. "Oh!" I'm super grateful to have him. He's such a quick thinker. He wraps his arms around me smirking.

He whispered and kissed her other hand. The only reaction MJ could muster was a proud smirk. Logan Parker was a goner; he just did not know it yet. She was enjoying herself, but she knew she had to stop all of this; people were watching and they were talking. She could already see her face all over Daily Sun for the whole week.

He pinched my butt as I walked by and I laughed. Cass followed me in and gave a soft greeting. “Hello.” “Cass, this is MJ, my gay lover. MJ this is Cass.” “Oh, the sister from another mister you have been raving about.” MJ wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her. “I’ve heard nothing but the best things about you the entire time Amy and I have been designing this thing.” “You heard about me?” Cass looked over at me and I smiled. “Of course.” MJ walked us towards the back.