roslintheredfox's Literatures
Ymir's breath hitched at the nearness of their lips, lavender eyes fluttering behind the thick array of lashes and heavy lids. Their relationship was fairly new but the trepidation of the scene unfolding before her made goosebumps dance across her skin as his lips slowly kissed up her forearm, his intense gaze never breaking from her face.
The feel of cool metal against her warm skin made the brunette shift her gaze to the side, teal hues observing the calloused palm shyly lay on top of hers, quick starting her heart as alabaster skin flushed a radiant scarlet. No words were needed as her palm rotated to slide her fingers in-between his own to give it a reassuring squeeze, head leaning on his broad shoulder with his own head pressing to hers.
"What was that for?" A pout mared his features as his fingers raked through his thick mane of hair. "You tease." Raising a brow, Layla straddled his hips and slid her hands up his arms to wind around his shoulders, a tsk leaving her wanton lips.
Tina's Halloween Party the week prior was still fresh in her mind, having relinquished all control and self-pity in exchange for a bit of fun to heal from the freshly broken heart she swaddled.
"If you keep squinting your eyes at me like that, I'm going to assume you're trying to give me a telepathic lobotomy," Eddie muttered out, shifting his chocolate brown gaze up towards her to shoot her a grin while deft fingers plucked with the strings. "That or you're debating if you should confess your feelings for me. Don't worry, I'll make sure to let you down easy, princess."
Tongue laved against the prominent vein, feeling it twitch underneath the pink muscle as a groan tumbled from Eddie's lips, fingers curling into the raven tendrils to tug her closer. The cool metal against the junction of her shoulder made her tremble with excitement as canines buried into pale flesh.
The strict rules of all-female coven were to be abided by, Dora knew this statement well. She had acknowledged the trial of her fellow sisters who had been condemned for their impure relationship with human men. Having been raised amongst the royal families, she knew better than anyone how important the traditions were to be upheld amongst vampire society. She was already damned in the eyes of religion for the monster she's become, what harm could it do to be persecuted by her own kin for one more transgression?
The feel of cool metal rings against Alice's warming cheek elicited a shiver down her spine, breath hitching in the back of her throat as calloused thumb danced over her parted rose-tinted lips.
Jonathan was far more inclined to it, having been rather touch-starved in his 18 years of life through no fault of Joyce's.
Lips melded softly unto another, drawing a moan from Layla's throat as lithe fingertips curled into the fabric of Miguel's shirt to pull him even closer until their chests brushed against one another. His free arm wound around her waist, drawing her into his lap as his breath hitched in his throat.
With a featherlight touch, her nail traced across the cords of muscle and taut abs, feeling him shiver as brisk hands yanked down the lacy underwear that hugged her hips, right palm moving to cup her naked sex. Freya couldn't contain the moans that bubbled out of her mouth, hips desperately rolling into Jasper's hand while dark eyes observed him from behind the thick array of lashes.
Flora's lips traced across the scars on his face, lathering them with the tip of her tongue as her tiny palm cupped his scruffy cheek to drag him down into a longing kiss, tongues fighting for dominance while eager hips sucked him in deeper and deeper until tears beaded the waterline in nothing but ecstacy.
The orgasmic taste of her blood lingered on his tongue, seeping through the fissures on the pink muscle while golden hues shifted to the darkened crimson. He fought the urge to feast on her deeper, worry cutting through his features as he dropped to his knees by her side.
Prom was a once in a lifetime experience and she got to share it with the one and only Jasper Hale, her boyfriend. Smoothing down the fabric of dress, Freya ambled her way to the door and made her way out of the bedroom down the exquisite Cullen staircase towards Jasper's longing form, staring at her as if lost in a reverie.
What he wouldn't give to just lean down and silence her with a magnetic kiss, the wanton need to confirm how soft her lips actually were. His fingers twitched at his side, swallowing the ever growing lump in his throat as he suppressed the urge to card them through her silky red tresses all while dragging her lithe form flush against his body.
"So I can broaden my horizons," She fluttered her eyes with a bright smile before her voice softened to a whisper, suddenly turning shy. "And because I want to talk to you more." Miguel swore his heart exploded out of his chest at her declination. Did she mean..?
"Light reading, huh?" A hint of mirth laced her words as she approached him, finger brushing against the spine of the book. "If you could even call Fyodor Dostoevsky light reading." She chuckled, a sound Caleb would never tire of hearing.
Memories of the battle at Starcourt Mall plagued her thoughts frequently, leaving her screaming herself awake from the nightmares of the Mind Flayer and... Billy's death. Before, Nicola would have shook off the idea of death with a horribly timed joke but now things were starkly different from then that not even a joke could make her chortle.
"What are you doing?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper as he shifted under the covers that fell down his waist, now laying flat on his back.
"Don't go all quiet on me," Dora breathed out, her palm sliding up his shoulder blade to dance across his neck and landing on his cheek, thumb smoothing across the flushed surface. "You're making me embarrassed." She chuckled softly, brushing back the fringe that fell into his gorgeous brown eyes.
"Oh, come on, Harrington," Nicola's words were laced with mirth as her eyes sparkled, her chin leaning against the palm of her hair while colorful manicured nails tapped against her cheek. "Jealousy isn't a cute look on you. Don't worry, I won't steal too much of your boyfriend's attention from you."
"Come on," Steve let out an exaggerated sigh, hands landing on his hips as his eyes pleaded up at the two girls standing in front of him. "I need one of you to be my fake girlfriend."
“I just can’t let you go," His words were hoarse, raw from screaming and brow slick with sweat. "Please, don’t make me try to make you stay.”
"What if we," Her side long gaze flickered over to Jonathan's form, taking in the soft features on his handsome face, her breath falling from parted lips as she word vomited the second half of her sentence. "What if we shared the bed?"
Lifting her wrist to his mouth, lips brushed cautiously across the flesh of Dora's wrist, eyes boring into her own to watch her shiver at the featherlight touch. The apples of her cheeks donned a cherry red flush, bubblegum pink lips morphing into a longing and gentle smile at Jonathan's motions.