Bleeding Love 소설 & 이야기

And in response, my heart bled heat—ice so cold it burned shoved through my veins, out, out, from my chest, to my limbs, to my fingers and toes, until my entire being hummed with it, shook with it… and my chest ached with it. Love. Endless love. It burrowed out of my chest, stretching towards him like a flower opening to the sun. I trembled from head to toe and felt him falling apart—his body shaking, rippling, his voice ragged. I tried so hard to pull him closer that my nails scraped on his back, but he only reached deeper within me—and my heart only threw itself harder towards him. Mine. He was mine—chosen and declared before I’d even known it. Made for me. The strength I needed in a heart

That word made my stomach turn. “I don’t want this,” I muttered, my voice sharp and broken. “You say that now,” he said, leaning forward, brushing my hair back behind my ear with a stained hand. “But one day, you’ll see. One day, you’ll look at me and realize I’m the only one who ever truly loved you enough to bleed for you.” My eyes didn’t leave his. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. All I could do was breathe—slow and quiet—as I tried to hold myself together.

This time, I completely claimed her. I let my length stay inside her and rising my face a little to look into her eyes that were now filled with tears. I felt pity and sympathy, but it was too late because, she's currently bleeding. I wiped her cheeks, and to make her feel my love more and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.

She beamed and said, “yes, I have talked to dad and he wants us to get married in the span of one month at most.” Rudra nodded and muttered, “fine, now please leave me alone. And for God’s sake, you are chief doctor and do some work.” Kiara moved out of the cabin and her minions instantly joined her tailing behind her. Rudra heaved a deep breath to control his anger that want to escape... he slumped in his chair and held his head in his hands. His gaze fell on the two frames on his table. One of his family with his three lovely angels and his father. His mother; Gayatri, his sister; Sanjana, and his grandmother. His lips curved into a small smile seeing them all smiling. But them his gaze fe

I closed my eyes from the intensity of this earth shattering wave of pure, concentrated euphoria that claimed me. The only close thing that can describe what happened when we bit each other was this: Think of love as more than just a feeling, think of it as a liquid that runs through the entire body side by side with blood, moving everywhere, feeding and nourishing your entire organs and cells. This liquid form of love has only one source of power and that would be Adrian for me, while for him it would in my name. Now imagine that liquid of yours being transmitted through you during the bite over to the other person’s blood stream, and imagine him doing the same to your own.

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From now on, you will be loved just as you deserve to be. The ache in her heart eased as she came to this realization. Slightly pulling away from his embrace, she lifted her head and looked into her eyes. ‘I will love you so much and make you the happiest man.’ His breath hitched. His heart beating loudly that it was all his ears could hear. He gulped as their faces neared each other’s. Until their lips touched. Beep! Beep! The sound of the car outside startled them, separating the two. Their cheeks and ears were bright red. Their hearts beat loudly.

When they got to his apartment he opened a window to let some fresh air in then showed her around, letting her feel things. “It’s small but very cozy, I like it,” she said, putting her arms around his neck. “But you haven’t shown me the bedroom.” “Oh, you don’t want to go in there, it’s messy.” “I’m blind, remember?” She reached up and kissed him, pressing her body into his. “I want you to make love to me in your bed this time.” The way she was kissing him and the way she was rubbing against him got him hard. Picking her up he carried her into the bedroom, laying her down he started removing her clothes. Three hours and two orgasms later he was finally done, totally worn out.

I was crying. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, blinding me as the words tumbled out, unfiltered and raw. "I've bled for you, Kasmine. I'll bleed again if that's what you want. I'll change. Tell me. What do you want me to do? I'll fucking do it. Tell me how to make you love me. Please just give me a shred of your love, even for a second," I cried. My forehead pressed against hers, my tears sliding down to mingle with the warmth of her skin. I held onto her like letting her go would mean my end.