A Kiss Beneath The Lies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

Keesha’s heart is beating so fast, Jostein pulls her up to his face centimeters away from his mouth. “Like I said… I don’t want to kiss anyone that I don’t love. But I can kiss you every night…” he licks his edge of the lips before her lips crash to him. Keesha is fighting it! “I will be late; make me cum.” He said. Then Keesha’s hormones suddenly make her want to juice him up. She goes to her ears, making him in startled, “as you wish young master Jostein De Vere.” Keesha bites his ear then his heart suddenly pounds like crazy; she goes to his extensive and long dick then slowly blowing him up.

Faith laughed out loud, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he brought her down, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, passionate, and lingering kiss under the starlit sky. Suddenly, from the second-floor library window, a tiny, muffled sound echoed through the quiet garden. “Yes! He did it! Pay up, Benjamin!” Leo’s muffled, excited voice cut through the dark. Killian pulled away from the kiss, breaking into a loud, deep chuckle as he shook his head, looking up at the closed curtains of the estate. Faith buried her face in his neck, her shoulders shaking with pure, beautiful laughter. They weren't perfect, and her family was incapable of staying out of their business, but as she look

Kiara My body was leaning toward his, my hands gripping his leather jacket mercilessly. Jake was kissing me with an urgency that stole my breath, and I responded without thinking, letting myself be carried away by everything I had tried to deny for far too long. In that kiss, everything was laid bare: the very lies we told ourselves to hold it all together.

How he didn’t tell me because he knew I’d never agree to leave the prophetic child vulnerable. He continued to tell me how he’d stayed up all night to made sure she slept okay, then breaking the news that she had to leave… “And in the frenzy of trying to pacify her fears,” he said, “the kiss happened, I had absolutely nothing to do with it. It meant nothing.” “Klaus is right,” Lisa’s voice suddenly filtered through the door, “the kiss…” she hesitated, “meant absolutely nothing.” I recognized a lie when I hear one, and Lisa was lying through her teeth. Anger surged through me and I immediately unlocked the door.

And now, when Emily, my truest ally, offered me solace, I was hesitant. But a part of me, the part that was so bruised and broken, needed her. Needed the comfort of a touch that wasn't a lie. I kissed her back, gently at first, a soft meeting of lips that held a universe of unspoken emotions. The kiss deepened, becoming more intense, a desperate expression of a love that had been simmering beneath the surface for too long. It was a raw, unfiltered kind of passion born from years of shared hardship and a silent understanding. It was a beautiful, tragic dance of two broken souls finding solace in each other's arms.

To the king that has so many women, so many duties, so many enemies. But his lips pressed on hers erase all the worries that she could possibly have. About Lanna, about Lysa, about the person that keeps trying to kill her. He takes her hand, and they sit together under the blanket. The kiss that follows is different. It lost its sweetness, but gained something deeper, like dark chocolate. His hand explores her body through the thin fabric of the dress. She gasps for air as he grabs her breast, his thumb circling around the nipple.

Her voice sounded lazy because it bored her talking with him. He hesitated for a couple of seconds because if he asked her a particular question, she wouldn’t go away until she knew everything, even the tiniest detail. “What does it mean when someone kisses you on the cheek?” he said and drank the bottle of brandy to hide his embarrassment. His ear was turning red just asking that kind of question. “He likes you. Did Yric do that? He’s kind of bold.” She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”