Novel & Cerita Succubus Kissing

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

Then dipped lower, grazing over my cock before grasping it in a firm hold. I pulled him closer still and turned around, pressing him against the balcony railing. My eyes scanned the expanse of my estate, and the fields beyond it. But my focus was taken again, once more, by hom. He tugged on my cock with precision, eliciting a low, growling hum from me. “Bored?” he touted, and leaned in to graze his lips and teeth against my jawline. “Didn’t know Don Vecchio was so easily distracted.” It was a foolish dare but I took the challenge anyway, and grasped the back of his neck, seizing his lips in a kiss.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

He licks my lips again, making me crave a taste of his. Finally, I get up and throw myself at him; I've had enough of this little game. He lets me and meets me in my kiss. We kiss passionately and for a long time before he takes control, lifting me and placing me on the desk, positioning himself between my thighs. I feel his long shaft pressing against my stomach; I'm dripping wet, addicted to this sensation. He rubs against me, making me want to take him inside me completely. His lips find my neck, he devours it, his lips move down to my chest. He tugs at my blouse, tearing it. We've gone mad; all that matters to me now is this hunger that needs to be satisfied.

torn his camo shirt when he turned around? His eight-pack abs flashed before my eyes. My heart started scratching like a cat's claw at a door. "Do you really not want me to feed you? A few days ago, I heard that French kissing makes it easier for an incubus to get full. I watched tutorial videos online last night—studied for over an hour. I was planning to try it out on you today, see if it really works. But since you don't want it… I'll just forget it, then."

She smirked. “Yeah. That was what I was taught.” I replied. “Well, you’re not an incubus. Concubi seal a mating with a bite. That’s also how shapeshifters mark their mates and why you and Drayce ended up marked. Succubae don’t have a ritual invocation. The reason incubi do, is because they join their bodies in the same way they feed. It is announcing an intention other than feeding, even though they have to be in their natural forms as well. When a succubus joins with you, she will enter your body using her tail. Since succubae don’t feed like this, there’s no way to confuse it for a feeding, especially paired with the use of their demon name. Got it?” She asked.

I looked at her and felt my heartbeat increase as I approached her. "Succubus and incubus give off pheromones that excite their prey. You give off that same pheromone," I growled softly and rubbed my cheek against her as I breathed her delicious scent in. Grace lifted the brush and hair tie, setting them in my hand breaking the moment. I sighed and told her to have a seat as I climbed up behind her ready with the brush. I ran it through her long hair, separating it into three equal parts before beginning to braid.

My hips involuntary ground into his crotch. "Y-yes," I whispered, his grip tightening on my throat. "That's good," he muttered, licking, sucking, and healing the area he nicked. Part of me was disappointed he didn't lick my neck for longer, but he had another motive, another goal in place. "An incubus cannot travel in the mind of vampires. We are too strong, more superior. We are, after all, cousins of the demonic world." Sebastian's hand gripped my breast, squeezing my nipple through the thin fabric. I moaned, putting my legs over his already spread ones. My ass ground against him, his groans of approval seeping through.

Cold, dark and chilling, the succubus takes over my body sending a chill to my bones that no amount of prayer could ever warm and I begin to kiss him back. The sudden change in my demeanour takes Liam by surprise and Liam blinks for a moment, stopping his attempted rape. I touch his arm and hold his stare. “Kiss me, Liam,” the succubus in me speaks and my voice comes out eerily haunting. He frowns for a moment, confused before he smiles leeringly. “I knew you were a slut.” He kisses me again, harder and deeper and I let him. The succubus in me is starved, and the thirst to feed begins to cloud my judgement for I pull at his face and suck every single drop of his life force, not letting go e

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin