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Even care? “Aw, where’s the fun in that? I think it’s time I see you without clothes.” I caught my breath. Expecting to feel the prick of fangs. None came. Damion hummed lowly enjoying the moment of my fear. "Am I interrupting something?” Emma glared at Damion barging in her red curly locks frazzled. Damion flashed a glare at Emma “Not at all.” He pulled my face towards him planting a kiss on my cheek. “See you at dinner.” He winked exiting the room.

It was as though the night itself conspired to orchestrate these clandestine encounters, weaving its threads of magic to ensure that our souls found their way to each other, even in the stillness of the midnight hour. In the tender moments of weariness, when exhaustion weighed heavy upon his shoulders, he would seek solace not only in my presence, but in the warmth of his fervent kisses that spoke of emotions too profound for words. Each kiss, a testament to the emotions that danced between us, a silent promise of affection that held the promise of a deeper connection yet to be explored.

In that moment of the kiss, we are in each other’s protective envelope. “I love you,” he whispered against my lips making butterflies in my stomach. “I love you too,” I replied breathing heavily. At this moment it’s not just our lips that connected but also our souls forever. The End. Hey guys, Thank you for reading my book. So, this is the end of Clarissa and Apollo's story. I would love to see your comments on the story. To get in touch with me, you can follow my social media. I*******m:- S.n_nina_arthur F******k:- S.N Nina Arthur.

“So you were watching me, not the other way around.” “So what do you say about the book? Which one did you enjoy most? Midnight or Dawn?” She rose the water, swinging her arms around my neck to kiss me on the lips. I instantly wrapped my arms around her body. Despite her coming from the water, I felt the warmth radiating between us. “I love it. You should write the book 3.” I lifted her and kissed her back. “So you love Dawn more than Midnight?” “I love them both, but Dawn is dedicated to me. It always has a special place in my heart, and that’s not all, you wrote it while—”

As for Delilah. She had initiated our first kiss. Blushing furiously, she'd risen onto her toes and wrapped her arms carefully around my waist. I had a sensitive stomach, so she’d always sneak little snacks into my bag, and in her phone notes, she kept track of all my dietary restrictions and preferences. When I failed an interview and got drunk, crying that I was a failure after all, she stayed up all night without saying a word, helping me revise my resume line by line until dawn.

We have had fights, but we have also shared laughter, love and a home together. “You ready?” Liam drags the travelling bag down the stairs, hair framing his forehead. He looks cute whenever he’s flustered; Liam and I are spending two weeks in the U.K in celebration for the release of his new book, ‘Kiss before the kill’ It’s a part thriller, part romance, it is about an assassin who fell in love with the person she is meant to kill. Guess who helped write the steamy penthouse kiss scene? Me.

the amber-eyed beauty announced and suddenly stood up. The sudden view of her beautiful curves sent a rush of heat down my body, and I took a sharp breath, standing up too. At that moment, the male voice from the speakers came again. "Ladies and gentlemen, one more minute, and then the countdown will begin." "What's all the fuss about midnight on New Year?" I asked just as she was about to leave. "You don't know?" The masked woman asked, surprise coloring her voice. "It's because of the Legend of The Kiss of Eternal Love."

There was nothing so wondrous as this, nothing so fulfilling as a perfect kiss "A perfect kiss?" Joanna Lennox glared at the last page of her Gothic novel, Lady Jade's Wild Lord. "There is no such thing as a perfect kiss." A perfect kiss was a myth. She was sure there wasn't, because if there were, she would have been kissed by now and known that, wouldn't she? Yet here she was at twenty years old, unkissed, uncourted, and utterly alone.

"Come on... answer me~" "If you give me a kiss, I will tell you." Midnight smirked, finally feeling pretty confident with himself. He fought the urge to pat his back to congratulate himself. This Midnight here is sly and cool. Look at my flirting skills. Bah! I should write a book titled "Flirting 101".

"I just can't believe you're here," His breath mingled with her's as she parted her lips further and begged for him to kiss her harder, her body pressed against his. "I never thought-" His tongue slid over hers, captivating her attention with his ever so detailed touch, the kiss that seemed so intricate and skilful though it remained only a union of their mouths. "I'd be kissing you-" His body rocked against hers as he took a step backwards and suddenly her back was pressed against the countertop of the kitchen behind her. "In my kitchen-" He tilted his head, fitting their lips more firmly together as she kissed him back with just as much passion, feeling his words slide along her lips and m