Venom Kisses Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What would our people think if they knew you didn’t want your mate? What would your parents think?” Venom boiled in his eyes. Eyes that now seemed too bright. Too green. He smashed his lips against my own in a brutal kiss, using the cage that was his arms to maneuver me further into the kitchen. The sharp edge of the counter dug into my lower back, the sting of pain providing a dose of clarity. “You’re so beautiful in that dress.” A groan of stale whiskey and lust invaded my mouth. “Can’t wait to put my mark on you.”

I inhaled her scent, it sent delicious tingles to my cock. "Because of the packmates… they will say I'm a home wrecker," she sighed softly. "Just say yes to my proposal and let me worry about the packmates," I declared and at that moment, without uttering a single syllable, Tessa whipped around, gazed into my eyes, and we shared an unspoken understanding. Our bodies instinctively pressed against each other, the electricity between us palpable. And then, for the first time, our lips met in a fervent, desperate kiss. The touch of Tessa's lips ignited a flame within me that I thought had burned out, consuming any remnants of rational thought.

This has her relaxing in seconds, wanting to kiss me back in hopes it will distract me from what needs to be done. I kiss the side of her mouth, trailing my kisses down her neck and over her favourite spot until I meet the scare that keeps repeating itself. Pulling back, I dust my fingers over the healed wound from years ago, yet still so prominent in my eyes and hers especially. “Stay still,” I order, bending over, moving her hair away. She lets out the most heartbreaking scream as I sink my teeth into her delicious neck, tasting her blood and extracting my venom into her. Her limbs don’t even move underneath my grip, not like they usually do when I bite down into a human. Instead, she seem

The way they kiss is urgent, desperate even. It's as fundamental as the sea moving along the shores of the earth, powerful and primordial. Ariadne breaks the kiss, tilting her head so that they can scent each other. The explosion of mint and vanilla makes Victor high. He can't get close enough to Ariadne. The Omega groans. "F*ck, just touch me, you f*cker." Victor laughs into Ariadne's skin as he kisses her shoulders, her collar, whatever he can get his mouth on.

I beamed into his bright green eyes and took a still breath before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drawing his lips near to mine. Slowly, like the setting sun and the ocean horizon, our lips came together on his island. The soft scent of a tropical island, the waves, and the beach mingled with his cologne and I knew that I would forever be in love with his island kisses.

At first, Viktor was taken aback by the suddenness of the gesture, but he quickly melted into the kiss, responding with equal fervor. Their lips moved together in a dance of passion and grief, seeking solace and comfort in each other's embrace. Viktor's arms wrapped around Kamala, pulling her close to him, and Kamala melted into his touch, her body craving his warmth. The kiss deepened, and their tongues tangled in a dance of longing and desire. Kamala's grief momentarily faded as she lost herself in the moment, feeling a raw, intense connection with Viktor that transcended words. Their hands explored each other's bodies, seeking solace and comfort in the intimacy they shared. Viktor's touch

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.

A woman who'd been winning wars before Dominic was born. "Dominic Moretti," she said, her voice steady and sure. "Lena Vasquez. Thank you for coming." Up close, Lena could see the resemblance now that she was looking for it. Not in the face. In the way she held herself. In the particular stillness of someone who'd learned to control every muscle, every breath. "My name is Victoria Volkov," the Founder said. "Though I've used many names. Your mother called me Tori. I called her the most brilliant woman I'd ever met." She looked directly at Lena. "And I've been waiting fifteen years to meet you properly."

Keesha’s heart is beating so fast, Jostein pulls her up to his face centimeters away from his mouth. “Like I said… I don’t want to kiss anyone that I don’t love. But I can kiss you every night…” he licks his edge of the lips before her lips crash to him. Keesha is fighting it! “I will be late; make me cum.” He said. Then Keesha’s hormones suddenly make her want to juice him up. She goes to her ears, making him in startled, “as you wish young master Jostein De Vere.” Keesha bites his ear then his heart suddenly pounds like crazy; she goes to his extensive and long dick then slowly blowing him up.

He wanted her skin on his. He didn't kiss her lips. He went for her throat, his teeth sinking deep into the vein. Vespera let out a jagged, broken moan, her hips bucking against the mattress as the pain of his bite sent a shock of grounding reality through the fever. He wasn't being gentle. He was marking her, his teeth leaving deep, purple divots in her neck and shoulders.