The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

KATALEYA -

I tiptoe, cupping his neck, needing to know if I kiss him again, will I feel pain or not? It breaks my heart knowing that there's a darkness within him, one that perhaps is hurting me. I need to know if that first kiss was the only one that was pure... He leans down, closing the gap between us, before our lips collide,

stealing my breath away as we kiss. A beautiful, deep, passionate kiss fuelled by the desire that breathes through our veins and thrives on the pull that is inevitable between us. My eyes flutter shut, and I'm consumed by him.

No..., this isn't like the second kiss... but it's also not like the first... there's something different... something far more illicit. It's deep, passionate and there's something entirely erotic about it...

His arm snakes around my waist as he presses me up against the wall, our bodies crushed against one another, and I gasp, feeling his manhood bulge in his pants through the thin fabric of the t-shirt I am wearing. Pleasure dances through me as he kisses me hungrily, his hands roaming my body.

It's perfect - this kiss is perfect.

He can deny me, his words can try to hurt me, but his touch... a touch like this doesn't lie...

He wants me, but he fights it and I can't stop myself from bravely running my hands down his firm, muscular chest.

I tighten my arms around his neck, not caring for the pain in my shoulder, whimpering when his tongue demands entrance. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on NovelDrama.Org. Visit NovelDrama.Org to read the complete chapters for free. His hand rakes over my back, squeezing my a*s. My core clenches, only intensifying the haze of pleasure within me.

If I'm to die... then why can't I have this?

He suddenly lifts me with ease, his other hand cupping my a*s as I automatically respond, locking my legs around his bare waist, and he carries me to the bed. My heart thunders, feeling his hard body against my core through my thin panties. Oh Goddess, it feels good.

He sits on the bed, keeping me firmly in his lap as we kiss like two beings starved for far too long. He squeezes my a*s and I gasp, pleasure jolting through me.

I shouldn't like this, but I do...

I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stop.

Braving confidence, I caress his tongue with my own, my heart skipping a beat when he growls, and I feel his long, hard manhood throb against my core. He sucks on my tongue, and I grip his hair tighter, a loud moan leaving my lips as he leans over me, kissing me harder, his hand roaming my body as he holds me tight.

This feels so incredibly good. My hands tremble as our tongues tease each other. Each caress, each brush, is pulling me further into this magical, blissful pleasure.

Pleasure that has overtaken me. He's fully hard beneath me, and every time he throbs, I'm struggling to fight the urge to stop myself from grinding against him, and I wriggle, trying to move only to rub against him, making me gasp.

"Fuck." He growls, breaking away from my lips, his hand tangling into my hair as he tugs my head back, ravishing my neck with kisses, sucking and nibbling.

Shivers of pleasure course through me and I am no longer able to hold back, allowing my body to take control completely, letting go of any common sense.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

It's as if something awakens within me, and I roll my hips sensually, finding the rhythm of my pleasure as I grind against his shaft. There's no shame. I just need him. Oh, Enrique...

I throw my head back, my long curls tumbling down my back as I brace my hand on his knees behind me and I rub myself against him. He's so big... "Fuck, Diosa..." he growls huskily, grabbing my breast through my t-shirt, twisting my nipple through the thin fabric, and then he suddenly pushes the shirt up, his eyes flashing gold as he gazes at my breasts. I don't shy away. There's something about this state of ecstasy that makes me want him to keep looking at them.

"Perfection..." He grabs one, squeezing it in his fingers. His gaze flicks to my face before reaching up and slipping his thumb into my mouth. There's something extremely erotic and exciting about that one simple move and instinctively I run my tongue along his thumb, watching his blazing gold eyes fill with carnal hunger.

He suddenly turns us and drops me onto the bed. My back hits the mattress as he simultaneously pushes my shirt up over my breast, and my eyes fly open when his tongue flicks my n****e.

"Oh, Goddess!" I cry out, pleasure jolting through me as I arch my back. He switches to the other breast, his hand fondling the one he had just teased, pinching my n****e, I whimper, my core throbbing for so much more.

He trails rough, passionate kisses down my stomach, each one making the knot in my stomach grow.

He makes me feel so good... this is a feeling that is so addictive, one that I know might consume me.

The sound of fabric tearing and the burn between my thighs, as he tears my panties off, fills the room, but I'm far too turned on to care, instead parting my legs for him.

"Do you like what you see, Papi?" I whisper, my cheeks burning at what I just said and did, but before I can even be worried, a sexy smirk crosses his lips.

"Oh absolutely, Diosa... now be a good girl and keep those legs open for me..." he purrs huskily.

My cheeks flush and suddenly I feel his tongue slip between my folds, making me let out a squeak. I try to sit up, only for his tongue to travel up my entrance until it swirls around my c******s.

"Oh, this..." Feels... so good...

I moan softly, my head dizzy with pleasure as he devours my core. My cheeks are burning hot. I feel embarrassed, turned on, horny, confused and yet so so wonderful all at once.

And too far in to care.

"Oh Enrique.." I whimper, reaching down and tangling my fingers into his hair, rolling my hips against his face. It only fuels him to speed up, applying more pressure as he assaults my pussy. The pressure is intensifying, my vision blurring and all I can think of is that Enrique has his head buried between my legs and - and I love it.

"Right there..." I whisper when his tongue shifts a little higher. "Oh! Oh Goddess..."

My eyes roll as he suddenly runs his tongue down my centre and plunges his tongue into me. He squeezes my breast for a second, before running his hand down my stomach until it rests on my lower stomach, his thumb finding my clitoris as he begins rubbing it, making the pleasure rise with a sizzling jolt.

Soft moans of satisfaction betray me. "Don't stop..." I plead, feeling the pressure rising within me. Oh, this is so good! Oh, this feeling... "Oh, Goddess! Oh, f**k!" I let out a sound that's halfway between a groan and a scream as a sudden tidal wave of euphoria slams through me.

My eyes fly open, and pleasure rocks through me mixed with the shock that I cursed. I can feel my juices trickling from me, feel his tongue continue his assault, his thumb moving faster and faster as I struggle to get away but fail.

My hand twists in his hair, my legs parted, my back arched as I'm taken to a place that I have never been before, my eyes prickle and I clamp them shut, my vision darkening as white dots fill my vision and a soft cry of pure bliss falls from my lips.

"Oh Goddess... that was..." I stare at the ceiling, my heart thundering as pleasure rolls through me, my mind blank, save the pleasure I feel.

I gasp when I feel him still assaulting my clit, that now feels extremely sensitive. I try to pull him back, but he's clearly not done licking up my juices. Suddenly I yelp, my body heating up when I feel his tongue run between my a*s.

"En-Enrique... stop..." I whisper, only for him to press my legs even more open, his tongue twirling between my booty cheeks, a delicious groan leaving him.

"Now that is what you call pussy." He growls huskily as he sits back, my cheeks burning as I notice his entire chin is dripping wet and so is the bed beneath me.

I quickly clamp my trembling legs shut, staring up at the man who is watching me with satisfaction and a glint of hunger that only seems to burn stronger than ever.

He gets up, placing his knee between my thighs. I gasp as it brushes against my core and he reaches down tugging me up, his fingers tangling into my hair.

"I never thought I'd hear the word fuck from these lips..." he murmurs, making me blush.

"I told you, you would spread those legs for me..." he whispers. My heart skips a beat, and I'm ready for his cold, hurtful comment as his gaze dips to my lips. "I just didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I did..." he breathes.

My breath hitches, and my eyes widen slightly as I stare into his, there's something I can't read in them but I was not expecting him to say that, he looks away, his thick lashes hiding his eyes from me before he steps away from the bed, turning his back on me. "En..."

I trail off when the bathroom door shuts and I hear the lock turn, leaving me alone in the bedroom. My heart is pounding, and there's a tenderness to my core, but I feel refreshed...

My heart is palpating as I press a hand on it, staring at the bathroom door. Was this it? Did he not want anything in return? I didn't miss his hard manhood when he was leaving; it was very, very unmissable...

I sit there taking in the empty room as I hear the shower come on, the smell of my arousal strong in the air.

So this is what it feels like to have someone touch you... to perform oral s*x...

Oh Goddess!

What we did... I didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I did...

I want more- Ah!

I blush as I quickly scramble under the sheets, making me suddenly remember the dull ache in my shoulder. Owie...

I grip my shoulder for a second before I cover my mouth, my cheeks burning.

Oh. My. Goddess.

What did we just do!

Enrique - he... he went down on me...

I press my thighs together, still feeling the tingling reminder of his tongue on me.

We just did that...

And I loved it so, so, so much.