Novel & Cerita A Million Kisses In Your Lifetime

“I’ve missed you”. She spoke softly, winked her green lovely eyes romantically, then used one of her figures to draw a heart symbol on his chest. “I’ve missed you a lot, my love” He snorted as he drew her close to his body then gently caressed her hair as he planted multiple kisses on it. “I don’t want this to end now. I want you by my side till death. I love you beyond words, Nasha.” He whispered in a shaky quiet voice as his lips trembled and his breath beats faster like the tick of a clock.

The tension was palpable; each movement a dance of subtle power and playful deceit. When the final question came, the MC instructed them to kiss for thirty seconds, a display for the assembled guests. Elena’s heart raced, her breath hitching slightly as Adrian leaned in. Their lips met in a carefully calculated, yet intimate and beautiful kiss. Twenty-eight seconds passed. The MC’s voice interrupted with playful authority: “Two more seconds, please. Complete the thirty.”

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

, He demanded and I got lost into his eyes. "It's said the lovers who kiss at the top of the Ferris wheel will always stay together forever, how about we validate this saying , together by this lifetime," he said in husky intoxicated voice and with this he put his lips on mine and pecked lightly, like he was asking for my permission and I kissed him back. A kiss which was full of passionate love not with lust. A kiss which was filled with promises.....

The second kiss is different, more confident, more willing to explore and the walls between are not so tall. The third, fourth, fifth until infinity kisses however are the best. Well for me I think every kiss with Aaron is more perfect, like I have the best but I still haven't gotten the best. Every kiss is better than the former. I feel like if I stay with Aaron for a hundred and fifty years, the kiss I'm gonna get then would be better than now and that's like impossible because the one now is the best.

But this time, the kiss also held the promise of a whole life to be spent together. XXX

“That’s not gonna happen. You’re not going to die! Never!’’ “What!?’’ I stammered. “You heard me! I have lived four hundred and seventy one lives waiting for you. Nothing, not even death, can take you from me!’’ His large fingers wrapped around my throat, before I knew what was happening, he kissed me. Not the soft peppermint kisses he’d given me the night we met, but a demanding domineering kiss. A kiss that told me I belonged to him. A kiss that had me both gasping for air and not needing any, as long as his mouth was on mine.

"How many lips have you tasted?'' Sia asked after Dei had settled for T instead. When Dei didn't answer immediately I started to get agitated. I inhaled sharply when I saw her smug look. I held her eyes, pleading silently. For what, I didn't know. Just, please. She looked away with the smug look still and I sighed defeatedly. Maybe it was selfish of me to want her to answer to be 'one'. Yes, it is. I decided it didn't matter how many, me been her first kiss was more than enough for me. And I'll be her last. I smiled secretly at the memory of our first kiss, although she didn't know it was me. She didn't know I was her first kiss— as she was mine. It had been a mask charity gala hosted by he

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.