Sukuna Lock In Face Mga Nobela at Kwento

Doona whaled around, she flopped her arms in an attempt to hit him in the face and escape. "I'm not scared of you," Doona screamed and finally got a good hit in–right between Sochun's eyes, squarely on his nose. "Let go of me." Her voice cracked as she yelled some more, and Sochun let go of her. The crowd gasped, and Doona looked up to see Sochun wide-eyed with a trail of blood dripping out his left nostril. Sochun lightly touched his lip and stared at the blood that stained his fingers, and he went livid.

Gunnar has the height and weight advantage, and while he has the same alpha blood, Finn has the alpha, and we all know that when you take that oath, you get more power. I didn’t want to intrude on their match. And I certainly didn’t want to distract Gunnar. If he won or lost, it would be completely on his merit. At the moment, Gunnar was in control of the fight, with Finn on the ground in a submission hold. I recognized the hold. It was a Jiu-Jitsu move called the Kimura Lock. Regina favors it in her fights, so I would know it anywhere.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Ethan whispered, his voice trembling violently, fraught with intense longing as well as soaring disbelief. Luna closed her eyes tightly behind her ivory-white Venetian mask. Her jaw clenched shut to hold back a panic grimace from escaping into a sound. How could it be? How could this man recognize her in just one single passing, even though the upper half of her face was already tightly covered by the silver brocade carved mask? Rubby, realizing the change in the atmosphere which had suddenly turned tense, immediately turned her body around and stepped forward, positioning herself between Ethan and Luna. A deep frown was clearly etched on the blonde girl's forehead.

Susan screamed at the top of her lungs, completely losing control of her temper because her dark secrets were finally exposed to the public. She lunged forward violently, raising her right hand high into the air with the clear intention of slapping my face forcefully. Kurt roared loudly and moved his massive body to intercept the physical attack, but my own muscles reacted with sudden, terrifying speed. Before Susan's hand could even come close to my cheek, my left hand shot upward and caught her wrist tightly in mid-air.

Sweat breaks on my forehead when I fail woefully at trying to unlace them. Cold, yet strong fingers grasp my chin forcefully, tilting my head high until it hurts, until he is all I can stare at. This close, I see that the edges of his face are cut so sharp, I could bruise myself if I caressed them. The candlelight casts a dark shadow that darkens his blonde, sleeked back hair, the strands catching faint light at its edges. “Susanna.”

Around us, warriors cowered, instincts screaming at them to submit. I crouched in front of him, gripping his jaw in a bruising hold. “Say that again,” I murmured, voice dangerously soft. “Let’s see if you can still speak with a crushed windpipe.” His eyes widened in alarm, the bravado slipping. I tightened my grip. “I should rip out your tongue for speaking about my Luna like that.”

And everyone present there gave applause to her words. And the insult hit their ego. One of the guys took the bowl of soup that was coming to Susanna's table and threw it on her face but before it could burn her face a shield stood before her while facing his back at them. Susanna was hiding her face with her hands when she didn't feel the hot soup on her she opened her eyes to check what happened and her gaze met with a pair of forest green eyes.

Lips, tongue, teeth and hands weere flying. Then Susan touched Trina's shoulder and Trina's eye contact with him shifted to Susan's face. Susan said something to Trina but he couldn't hear what it was. With that, Trina slowed her attack, popped his dick out of her mouth and backed off the bed in one motion. Susan moved to his face and softly said, "I can't believe you are still hard". He responded as softly "I can't either". Susan replied "I guess we still aren't done yet" to which he responded "Let's go for it".

He slapped it across her face repeatedly, leaving wet streaks of precum on her cheeks and forehead, then fisted her hair and drove straight down her throat in one brutal motion. “Fuuuck,” he groaned, holding her nose pressed against his pelvis. Susan’s throat convulsed violently around him, gagging and drooling instantly. He kept her there for long seconds, savoring the tight heat, before pulling back just enough for her to gasp a desperate breath. Then he started fucking her face in earnest.