Star Vs The Forces Of Evil Marco And Star Kiss の小説・ストーリー

All I could feel was Marco, the way he smelled, his taste, the way his body pressed hard against mine. The kiss turned hotter and rougher. His lips crushed mine with so much force, like he couldn’t get enough of me. His tongue moved with mine, hungry. My mind went blank, all I could do was feel. Marco kissed me like he owned me. Then his lips left mine and started trailing kisses down my jaw and neck. Each kiss felt like fire on my skin, sending chills all over me. I leaned into him, breathing hard, needing more. “Pleas..e Ma..rco,” I said begged barely audible, I didn't want him to stop.

Before I could say anything, Marco stepped closer again. “Time’s up,” he said. “What—” I started, but my words caught in my throat as Marco suddenly lifted me onto the console table. I tried to fight back, but he was too strong. The more I struggled, the tighter he held me. My head lightly bumped the wall as Marco kissed me hard, like he couldn’t get enough of me—like kissing me was the only thing keeping him alive. I let out a soft sound as his hand moved to my chest.

"It’s stunning, Marco. And expensive. Real gold, too." Marco cleared his throat deliberately, drawing her attention back to him. She looked up, meeting his intense gaze. "My reward for getting exactly what you wanted," he murmured, a faint challenge in his tone. A flash of something raw crossed his eyes, drawing her in. Delilah's heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, she rose onto her toes and brushed her lips against his in a quick, tantalizing kiss. Marco's eyes flashed with surprise, but only for an instant. Then, his expression darkened, and he took control. He claimed her mouth with a fierce, possessive kiss, deepening it until Delilah's breath caught.

Marcus smiled at her which made her frown quizzically. “That is all I want to know,” he said before removing his finger from her mouth and replacing it with a kiss. “Now that I know about your feelings for me. I will not let you go,” Marcus said and kissed her again. He bit her lower lip, causing her to gasp which made access for him to invade her mouth. Mariko was drowned by his kisses, and she kissed him back. Marcus carried her like a baby, facing each other, while her legs were wrapped around his waist. They did not break their kisses until they reached the improvised tent that Marcus made for them.

Letta had no idea how satisfied Marco was playing with her lips. This time, Marco slipped his tongue, entwining it with Letta's, and continued to kiss her forcefully. This made it difficult for Letta to even control her own breath, as Marco didn't allow her to move even a bit. Letta still tried to release her tightly bound wrists, but it seemed that would only make her wrists even more injured. Letta couldn't do anything anymore; it seemed her fate was indeed going to be written by Marco.

Nathan’s lips curved into a playful smirk, and that expression was the final push Shaun needed. Without thinking, Shaun grabbed the front of Nathan’s shirt and smashed his lips against his. The kiss was rough, violent, and fueled entirely by anger. Shaun kissed him deliberately, teeth scraping against Nathan’s lip as a harsh sound escaped his throat. He bit him before pulling away, laughter spilling from his mouth. “How does that feel?” Shaun mocked. “Disgusting, right? You just kissed a guy. You probably feel like throwing up. That’s what you get for messing with me.”

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.

Tiger's firm demeanor beguiled his lips, which always felt soft. My strawberry flavoring was deliberately crushed on his. This time, I was the one who skillfully controlled Tiger, squeezing his shirt, playing with my tongue, and sweeping the roof of his mouth until I released a joyful sigh from his chest. I was doubling down on Tiger's position. Even as he tightened the ropes that bound me, my blue-tinged sorrow gradually faded. At one point, Tiger released me, with Lucy beside me, pouring out an antidote.

he ordered and started walking away. The rest of them started coming closer. I quickly stood up on my feet, my eyes darted around. What are they trying to do? “Maya!!!,” I screamed. “ No one is coming to save you,” one of them said mimicking a child like tone. “I know you don’t like what you’re doing, but you’re doing it because of that pig head,” I said, shaking my head slightly. And a heavy slap landed on my cheek. I placed my palm on the spot.

The stranger's voice softened as he knelt in front of me. His scarred face close enough that I could see the faint lines of old battles etched into his skin. He reached out, and gently tilted my chin up with a finger. His touch was warm and tender. "Don't let that fool dim your light, You're not trash. You're awesome.”