Novel & Cerita The Kiss Of Deception Book 2

And here the girl involuntarily shrank, trying to hide behind. - Shh, - Aznar covered her hands with his own. - You have nothing to be ashamed of. He leaned towards her, and his strange green eyes were very close. Her pupils glowed like an animal in the light of the flames. His lips gently touched the lips of the girl, tasting, afraid to frighten. Then the kiss became more confident, and Deya felt a wave of heat suddenly swept through her body. In the next moment, she herself clung to the man and returned the kiss. The werewolf, with a short growl, pressed the girl to the bed, stronger and no longer so gently clinging to her lips, but then, with a dull groan, pulled away.

I had noticed it before. But I had never asked about it. “Does that bother you?” he asked. I shook my head slowly. “No.” His fingers brushed along my cheek. Light. Curious. “Good,” he murmured. Then he kissed me. It wasn’t like the first time in the library. That kiss had been careful. Measured. This one wasn’t. Damien pulled me closer against him as he had already decided exactly where I belonged. One hand slid behind my neck. The other settled against my waist.

But the secret side pocket was completely empty. “Looking for this?” Declan asked cheerfully. He reached into his back pocket and slowly pulled out my little faux-leather diary. He waved it in the air like a victorious flag. “I’ve gotta say, Liora, you are a whole lot more interesting than you look. Who knew the quiet little library mouse was harboring such intense, aggressive desires for the campus golden boy?” All the blood drained completely from my face. My lungs stopped working. Declan opened the book to a dog-eared page and cleared his throat. “‘I want him to absolutely ruin me,’” he read aloud, his voice dripping with dark sarcasm. “‘I want his hands bruising my thighs…’”

The kiss was supposed to be fake. But it wasn’t. She felt it. In her magic. In her wolf. It had surged forward in the moment, stretching against her skin, trying to claw its way out and toward him. A full shift hovered dangerously close, barely leashed. She hated how much she liked the way his hands felt on her waist. Hated that she still wanted more. The envoy finally turned away, satisfied for now. But Lyra couldn’t stop shaking. “You didn’t have to kiss me like that,” she snapped once they were alone in the corridor.

CHAPTER 35: The Hard Reminder Francesca’s Pov My face was still burning. I walked fast down the long hall. I locked the door to my bedroom hard, i put my back against the wood. I tried to slow my breathing. It did not work. The kiss was a mistake. It was a bad mistake, i told myself that. I kept telling myself that he is the enemy and that he is the killer, he is the one who took my parents but his story. His story was sad, he was only a fifteen years old boy. That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil.

Toward the chance to finally live my truth. My pack was full of homophobes—men and women who despised what they couldn’t understand. People who would rather tear you down than accept your truth. I couldn't live like that. Not anymore. And then… Stanley happened. That kiss. That one kiss at the bar. It shattered every wall I had built around myself. I felt it. The pull. The connection. The undeniable spark that only a mate bond could bring. I knew he felt it too—it was written all over his face, in the way his eyes widened, the way his breath caught in his throat. He tried to hide it, but I saw it.

Aaron panted as he said with a trembling voice, “I’ll divorce her when she agrees to transfer all her shares to me. Then I’ll marry you.” “I believe you.” Then I heard loud kissing sounds. I was stunned as my mind went blank. My husband, Aaron, ignored his parents’ objections in the past and went through a lot of hardships to marry me. After we got married, he treated me like a priceless treasure. Had he been faking it the entire time? After they were tired from kissing, the woman gasped as she said coyly, “I’ve been stuck with the identity of an illegitimate daughter for twenty years. I really hope our son won’t be an illegitimate son. The thought of that makes me feel awful.”

I quickly dialed Derek's number, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. As soon as he answered, I blurted out everything I had discovered. "Derek, it's Kaye," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "I know it's her. She's been using fake accounts to attack me and my book. I'm sure of it." Derek listened attentively, his silence a testament to his focus. When I finished, he spoke up, his voice calm and measured.

She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. Wanting more, I grabbed her waist, pressed her closer to me and captured her mouth for a passionate mouth-fuck. Partly, I wanted to do that because I desired her since this evening began and another part of it was for everybody to see and for a certain someone to know that Serena belonged to me and me alone. *** Author's Note: Hello everyone! Thank you for reading Book 2 of The Alpha King's Claim. Please don't be confused with my 'complete' tag of the book. Book 2 is ongoing and I will be updating it once or twice a week. ^_^

Instead of pulling away, I plant another kiss on her lips, this time. My dıčk strains for her. My body vibrates, demanding hers. She opens for me and our tongues meet as the kiss turns hot. Knock knock. The door opens without waiting for a response. Kerris jerks, breaking away from me. I catch myself before baring my fangs at the intruder. From the corner of my eye, I see the omega halt between the doorjamb, a tray in front of her. She spins around but doesn't leave.