Novel & Cerita The Kissing Bandit

His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up. ​I shook my head. "No." ​I reached out, pulling the fabric of his shirt in my hands, and pulled him down. Before he could say another word, I pressed my lips against his. ​I just kissed the hockey captain.

Cassian ordered softly. I arched my back and tipped my head back, willingly exposing the vulnerable, pale length of my throat. Cassian stepped closer, his warm presence surrounding me like a thick cloud. The leather was cool and heavy against my feverish skin as he wrapped the band around my neck. I felt the metallic buckle press gently against the back of my nape as he pulled it snug and fastened it securely. The collar fitted perfectly a tight, constant pressure against my windpipe that served as an undeniable, physical reminder of his complete ownership.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

I moan throughout our kiss, making it more exotic. Seth lowers his hand on my abdomen without breaking our kiss and slithers his way under my shirt, waiting for the touch. He pulls back his lips from mine, making me whimper for more. "What's wrong?" I whisper "Your band, it's in the way." Oh, I completely forgot I was wearing it—what a way to ruin a moment. I sat up and lifted my shirt over my head. I reach behind me to unleash the band. Once it's loose, my breast feels the cold air, letting them breathe.

His hands moved along my waistline before bringing me closer to himself. "Noelle." I stretched forth my hand. Linda's initial happiness faded into the heavens. Leaving her all gloomy and broken. She tugged at his trousers, but he didn't flinch, taking my hand and placing a kiss on it. As much as it was disgusting, I knew I had succeeded in the first phase. A kiss of vengeance was the rite of passage, and he had just given it to me on a silver platter.

A french kiss where my mouth and his cock fights for dominance. Seven hells, I’m French kissing a cock. No, using it to poke the side of my cheeks. In-Out. In-Out. My jaw hurts so fucking much, but is it incredible? Bloody YES. "Jesus Christ," Tristan gasps. His hands fly to my hair. "Carlton—Bunny— Yebat! I can't—" I take him deeper, until he hits the back of my throat. Of course I gag. But I don't care. I want to choke on him.

“You twist everything. Even chains sound like gifts when you speak.” For a heartbeat, silence stretched. Then Dante bent lower, his lips close to her ear. “That’s because gifts and chains are the same in my world. What matters is how you wear them.” He straightened, studying her like a king deciding if a pawn might yet become a queen. Finally, he took her hand, not with violence but with unnerving ceremony. He lifted it to his lips and pressed a slow kiss against her knuckles. The heat of it burned deeper than any threat.

"Ok, stand by, they are not our companions, you simply ask them for that. Fanky rejects. "'Well!" Grimacing, they left and got back to their seats. "Tssk! what on earth were they expressing to you Arosh prior, and now that we know the Second Chance band, they abruptly become delicate sheep! Huh!" appalled Fanky said. "Haha, those are truly similar to that, they are speed switches!" "That is no joke!" the two of them hello there five simultaneously. At the point when class was finished, they returned to the quarters together, while strolling Arosh got a call.

I blink to hold up tears and bite my lower lip to prevent me from wailing. Malik’s hand finds mine and gives it a squeeze—two long pumps and two short ones. I squeeze his back, giving it one long pump. My hand is much smaller than his. It feels warm and cosy like a big blanket on a rainy day. Or a childhood teddy bear on an unsettling night.

he whispered before thrusting his tongue in my mouth without warning and taking me towards his bike- the same one he first kissed me on, in front of our university. “Mhmm,” I hummed as he kneaded my lips hungrily with his. “I love you, Alpha Arrow- my big bad wolf and Kiss Bandit,” I claimed with a smile and smooched his face one last time before he whirred the engine. “I love you to the moon and back, baby,” Kyler declared and showed me the same by the lake too. Wink. Wink. ~ THE END ~