1st Kiss Mga Nobela at Kwento

♡SRISTE POV♡ I still can't understand what exactly happened oh my god it's my first kiss how can I kiss him isn't it a sin now what I should do how I shoukd face him after this no way I can't face him I'm embarrassed I simply left to home without even informing to him it's okay will he fire me let him do that or will he shout on me I don't care because nothing is compared infront of precious my first kiss that too how can I kiss him its a sin

She needed. / "... you're pretty ..." / / They kissed for the first time at the end of their first date. In the middle of the street in pouring rain, because a red light kept them from making it to Sebestian' apartment before the temptation got too much. They were both a bit too eager, trembled from cold and want. It was perfect. It was also Rose's first kiss ever, and she knew immediately that she never wanted to kiss anyone else. /

As his lips moved over hers, coaxing a response, she felt herself melting into him, the heat of his kiss igniting something primal within her. This was her first kiss, and the realization filled her with a giddy sense of wonder. She had secretly harbored feelings for Alvin for so long, and now, her dream of being noticed by him was unfolding right before her eyes. “Tell me,” Alvin paused, his breath warm against her skin as he gazed at her face with admiration. “This is your first kiss, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

The world around her disappeared, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the fluttering in her chest. Clarissa closed her eyes, letting the moment envelop her. She had witnessed gestures of love like this many times between her parents—a quiet kiss, a tender embrace, a shared look—but she had never been on the receiving end of such an intimate act. Now, with Lucas’s lips lingering just a breath away from hers, the realization struck her: this was her first kiss. The weight of it settled in her heart, filling her with both exhilaration and a sense of something profound awakening within her.

His hot breath fanned my face, and my stomach flipped as his eyes lowered to my mouth. The sudden urge to kiss him overwhelmed me. His lashes fluttered down, and he leaned in, our lips almost touching. I surrendered to the moment, closing my eyes and tilting my mouth up to his. As our lips met, a low, husky growl rumbled through him, sending shivers down my spine. I melted into our first kiss, savoring the gentle pressure and the sweet sensation of his lips on mine.

Deimon, oblivious to her internal turmoil, leaned in further, his warm breath whispering against her ear. "Kate," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers cascading down her spine. The air crackled with unspoken words, a yearning that seemed to mirror her own. Then, abruptly, his lips met hers. It was a clumsy collision, more awkward exploration than passionate encounter. Yet, the feeling was undeniable – a spark, a jolt of electricity that sent a rush of heat through her. It was her first kiss, a fumbled dance she'd dreamt of for years.

He nuzzles around the corner of my lips so amazingly that I completely feel out of my mind. He sucks my lips and I moan out. My chest rises like the hills and plain with my heavy and fast breaths. "Zion, she is going to come," I say between the kiss. He holds my face with both of his hands and then, pecks on my lips and leaves me. What is that? What the hell was that? That is my first kiss. That is my first fucking kiss and I fucking love that kiss so much.

His other hand came up to cradle my face, fingers brushing against my skin with this careful, aching tenderness that didn’t match the way his lips moved against mine. God, he knew how to kiss. Slow and sweet one second, deep and hungry the next. My lips parted instinctively and then, I felt it. His tongue, brushing past mine, teasing, coaxing me into something I didn’t even know I could want this much. My body shivered and it was so crazy. It was messy, hot, almost overwhelming, but this… was wrong. That was my first real kiss. My first real kiss—and it was with Hayden. Not some stranger. Not some confused mistake at a party. Him. My stepbrother. And that made it all the more dangerous.

Our heads bow to each other and our lips touch for the first time. Our first kiss. And wow what a kiss that is. Suddenly everything seems to fall into place. It feels great. The kiss tells that he belongs to me, and I belong to him. His tongue slides into my mouth. The kiss is so passionate but at the same time so loving. He turns me on. Yet this kiss is enough, for this is love, not lust. And indeed we can kiss for hours. Lying in the grass, enjoying each other. Forgetting the whole world around us.

His lips moved against mine with raw hunger, tongue sweeping in to claim every inch of me. He tasted like sin and possession and the faint trace of my own tears. One of his hands slid into my hair, tilting my head exactly how he wanted so he could kiss me deeper, harder, stealing the air from my lungs. I was breathless. Shocked. Shy and so incredibly nervous that my entire body trembled beneath him. This was my first kiss. And it was with Tristan Desmond. My uncle. My obsession. The man who had ruined me in every way except this one. A broken, overwhelmed whimper escaped into his mouth. My hands fisted in his shirt, no longer pushing him away but pulling him closer.