Spider Man Kiss Mj Novels & Stories

"Instead you chose another, far deadlier path. You stole my entire existence and ran like a fucking thief in the night. For that you will pay." Before I can respond he takes my lips with his in a brutal kiss. This is not a kiss of passion or love, this is a kiss of pain and revenge, of a man who thinks he has been wronged. This is the worst kiss of my life. He seeks entrance with his tongue and I refuse him. He releases one of my wrists, reaches up and grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open. One of my lips grinds against a tooth, cutting. Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss.

he looked like he had just walked out of a Gucci runway with that armani suit that held every bicep contouring every muscle on his body. "I thought we would meet again but definitely not here." Spencer said smoothly backing her up next the wall. The were so close her chest was pressed onto his rigid chest. Her nipples immediately became hard, she felt beyond wet. "I thought you went back to Los Angeles." She almost hiccupped at how close they were. He didn't waste any time locking lips with her, she immediately responded. Adela had been thinking about this kiss throughout the week. She had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. His lips tasted like mint and cinna

It didn’t even bother him if he was a demon and a guy. The demon tilted his mask a little, revealing half of his face. Afterward, the demon leaned down, planting a kiss on Xurden’s lips. It was just a simple kiss, but the effect on Xurden was big. His body became hotter and his skin tingled in euphoria while his heart beat became louder. And there’s one thing that woke all his senses. The scent coming from the demon was the same as Yric.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

He was stupidly good-looking, and worse, he knew it. I turned back to Ricco, and asked, “Do the rules permit me to kiss someone else to save him instead?” Ricco’s lazy “Sure” was all the push I needed. I didn’t think, I just moved, chasing relief in the form of a stranger’s lips. Maybe one kiss could untangle this madness, maybe it wouldn’t but, at least I’d be doing something. Everyone in the room looked too entertained to care and too gay to judge. And that, somehow, made it worse.

he pecked her lips once more, "let them know that you're and always be the one." Kimberly loved the colour of his eyes as he confessed his love for her. She was happy that he loved her. He might be married but his heart belonged to her. Just like the way hers belonged to him.1 She placed her lips on his and kissed him. His lips were soft and a time she couldn't help and wonder if they belonged to the masculine man she knew. They were fighting for domination as they always do and that made her smile which made her to loose. He was the one in control and she loved the way he took control.

She turns to me and asks. While awaiting my answer, I walk towards her and take her hand, before bending her over backwards and devouring her mouth for but a second. When I break the kiss and let her stand again, she is out of breath. Glancing over at Jon, I smirk and then enough said.

Kane murmured as he kissed and nipped along my spine, unclasping my bra and tossing it off me. “She is the perfect piece to our puzzle my dear. Fits between us so splendidly.” Magnus murmured in agreement as he bent his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, my moan loud and needy as he rolled the other nipple between his thumb and finger. I shivered as I felt Kane’s hands move under me and start undoing Magnus’s pants. It made me whine as Magnus lifted his hips enough to allow Kane to pull them down and off of him. He sat back and I was able to lift his shirt off of him, sighing as I kissed and nipped along his chest and neck, grinding my hips along his hard length.

God, why does he have to be such a good kisser? ​Due to the lack of oxygen, I was forced to pull away, but Draven didn’t stop there. Instead, he started leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my soft spot before moving up and kissing the corner of my lips, then back to my neck again, making my whole body quiver in pleasure. I gasped when he squeezed my thighs and tugged on the skin of my neck, causing me to moan again. No, this was getting too intense and I have to control myself...but I can’t, and I don’t want to.

For one strange heartbeat… The ruthless Mafia King felt something unfamiliar. Curiosity. ⸻ He placed one gloved hand beneath her chin. His thumb brushed against her skin. Warm. Soft. She closed her eyes. A silent tear escaped beneath her lashes. Alessio noticed it. Why was she crying? Before he could ask… Their lips met. A brief kiss. Barely lasting two seconds. Soft. Silent. Harmless. Or so everyone believed. ⸻ The moment they separated…