A Kiss Beneath The Lies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She was beautiful just as she was. Thirdie found himself wanting to kiss her, but he feared waking her. So, he looked out the window, ignoring Jeff and the butler waiting outside. The sight of her lips seemed to invite him, and he leaned in, brushing them lightly against hers. The kiss was gentle, shallow just enough. Kathalina shifted slightly but didn’t wake up. He drew back a little, resting against the seat with his eyes closed.

It was something scarier, something deeper. Her thumb brushed over his lower lip, slow, tentative. “You love me?” Kaiser nodded, solemn now. “I love you, Izora Draven Eirian. You’ve ruined me for anyone else.” She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she leaned down and kissed him again. Slower this time. Deeper. It was the kind of kiss people wrote poems about. One that came from silence, longing, and the unspoken things that lived beneath skin and bone. When they finally broke apart, her breath warm against his cheek, she whispered:

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

I could see the excitement all over his face, but mine didn’t betray excitement. “Your fiancée… she’s incredible. A real star,” he said, praising her. “Yes, she’s good,” I said flatly, not wanting to deviate from the reason I had come. “But I have a complaint.” “A complaint?” His expression changed. “You never told me there’d be a scene where she kisses someone else,” I said, staring at him, waiting for a response. The man chuckled. “Ah, Mr. Stanley, it’s a romance film. A kiss sells the movie. Audiences expect it. I mean, what’s a romance movie without a kiss?”

Liam whispered, a slow, surrendering smile finally breaking through the exhaustion on his face. Jaxson let out a low, rough growl of approval, his lips parting over Liam’s to capture the promise before it could fade into the concrete vaults. It was a deep, crushing kiss that tasted of cold ozone, salt, and permanent survival—a quiet, lawless treaty signed three levels below the city, far beyond the reach of the ice.

" The words slipped out before I could stop them. To my surprise, Liam laughed softly. Not mockingly. Almost as if he appreciated the response. "You're free to decline, Ms. George." "Good." "However, I believe you may regret it." My jaw tightened. There it was, the bait, the mysterious opportunity, the vague promises, and the deliberate curiosity. Whoever this man was, he was very good at his job. Unfortunately for him, I was stubborn. "Then I guess I'll take my chances." Before he could respond, I ended the call.

"Just a kiss. Nothing more unless you want it." Emma's mind raced, but her body answered first. She nodded. Lisa leaned in slowly. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of wine. The kiss started gentle, then it deepened. Lisa's tongue brushed Emma's lower lip. Emma moaned quietly into the kiss. It felt better than she had imagined all those secret nights.

she whispers loudly, “blink twice.” Alexander laughs softly through the speaker again. I hate both of them. “Tomorrow,” Alexander says smoothly before I can disconnect. “Nine a.m. Don’t be late, sweetheart.” Then the line goes dead. I stare at my phone in disbelief. The audacity. “The sweetheart thing would absolutely work on me by the way,” Emily says helpfully. I glare at her. She drops dramatically into the chair opposite my desk. “So,” she says excitedly, “office romance?” “There is no romance.”

The air hit my bare fold, and I squirmed, my thighs pressing together instinctively. Marco didn’t let me hide. His hands pushed my knees apart, his broad shoulders settling between my thighs as he kissed the inside of one, then the other. My breath hitched, my fingers twisting in the sheets, my body coiled tight with anticipation. His breath was hot against me, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before he finally—finally pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my core.

Her body fit against his, soft curves pressing into him as if they were molded for this forbidden closeness. “Trina…” he breathed, torn between guilt and want. She tilted her face to his, their mouths brushing, then meeting in a kiss that was both tender and hungry. Her sigh melted into him, and his fingers tightened on her waist, pulling her nearer, unable to resist the fire licking through his veins. Their kiss deepened, mouths opening, tongues tasting, breaths mingling in urgent rhythm. The garden seemed to close in around them—the roses leaning, the fountain whispering, the night itself conspiring.