Romans & histoires Vampire And Werewolf Kiss

tongue licked her bottom lip before nipping it and lavishing her mouth. She moaned softly, her hands slipping around his neck pulling him close and fingers softly stroking the ends of his hair. Then she was being pushed against the tree, his chest touching her heaving breasts. Then the sudden wave of the memories of her dream last night came over her. It was him! She was in heat. He could smell it around her as he ravaged her mouth deeply and she kissed him harder, slowly giving in. His hands lowered down to her arse as he kissed her, fingers sliding up beneath her black hoodie dress and stroking the warm skin of her upper thighs. But as he was about to lift her, to take the kiss deeper, to

He suddenly leaned down and slammed his lips onto mine. My eyes flew open, my mind going completely blank. During our year as "temporary mates," we had been intimate countless times under the full moon. He had bitten my nape with a primal hunger to claim me, but he had never kissed me like this. A kiss, almost with a hint of a desperate tremble. For a werewolf, a bite was possession, but a kiss... A kiss was a test of the soul. It was new to me, yet fatally tempting.

I push at his chest, and he breaks the kiss. "I need you, "I say. "You are sore. You said so last night." "Fuck! You expect me to be kissed like that and not to want your cock to sink deep into my pussy? And I feel great now. Advantage of being a werewolf, " I say. "Are you sure?" Vladimir asks. "Yes," and I start kissing him. With a quick thrust, he enters me. The way he alternates his thrust, fast, then slow, then fast again, is pure agony.

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t

While she was looking for answers to her questions, something caught her eye. "A black cape? Long-sleeved white shirt? And a red bow?” Cyrille's eyes begin to widen. "This is how a vampire dresses in classic Dracula films!" she exclaimed. “Oh my—” She couldn't finish her words and immediately covered her mouth to keep from shouting. She was overjoyed with the mixed emotions she was experiencing at the time, and she couldn't believe that after days of fruitless hunting, she'd have the good fortune to meet a vampire.

He forces the words through gritted teeth, speaking ever so slowly and with such aggression; it excites me for a reason. Octavius slides his hand from my breast up to my neck and forces my head back. I look up at him as a smirk spreads across his lips. I don't ask any questions, and he doesn't bother to speak up as he presses his erection against the small of my back. Damn the stupid height difference; I feel like a dwarf as he hovers over me. His hand rests like a glove on my neck, holding me in place. "Let me kiss you. Just once," Octavius whispers, moving closer to my face. I swallow and close my eyes as his lips meet mine. Until now, I've thought that a couple can only kiss when they're

I lean in and kiss Leo once more, tasting the growl that rumbles out of him as Jax continues to drink every drop Corrian told him to take. Jax sits up and leans in his mouth claiming mine at the same time Leo is already kissing me. Their lips press together against mine in a messy, wet tangle. Tongues slide over each other, teeth catching, sucking sounds filling the tight space as both werewolves devour my mouth. I moan into the shared kiss, tasting their growls, feeling their hot breath on my face while Jax’s tongue pushes past my lips and Leo’s teeth nip at the corner of my mouth.

+18 scenes Marek froze as this voluptuous young woman kissed his lips softly. These werewolf alpha human-like eyes instantly turned into wolf eyes as the kiss from those thick and soft lips touched his thin lips. Knowing that this young woman was having a period of heat like the werebeast omega made it difficult for Marek to control himself. "Help me~"

"Can I kiss you?" I instinctively burrowed deeper into the blankets. The Guide said nothing about kissing being part of the treatment! After a few seconds of hesitation, I could feel my cheeks growing hot. "Isn't... isn't this a little too fast?" A hug was one thing. A kiss was something else entirely. I remembered the Guide saying that for werewolves, a kiss was an act of intimacy second only to marking, representing absolute submission and possession. Hearing my refusal, Bruce slowly lowered his head.

This kiss had nothing to do with hushing Grace and everything to do with the insatiable craving that flared through him with an unbearable force. He wanted this woman. Oh, so help him. It was like needing to taste her blood. He needed to stroke his lips over every inch of her pure, ivory skin. He wanted to kiss, taste, and nibble on every delicious curve. He craved to be buried deep inside her as he sank his werewolf fangs into her neck and drank her powerful blood. More than anything, he wanted to hear those low, husky moans as she attained her ecstasy. Her fingers dug into his chest as he heightened the kiss, her lips softening. The scent of arousal flowered on her skin, expanding his fang