A Million Kisses In Your Lifetime นิยาย & เรื่องราว

putting me in a haze. I tilted my head up, meeting his gaze. His eyes locked onto mine, swirling with something unspoken. Maybe Awe. Maybe Longing. Maybe Love. In a split second. His lips crashed into mine. It was not a hesitant kiss. It was not unsure. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of lifetimes. Of familiarity. Of .... I missed you. And for a moment, I let myself melt into it. I let myself drown in the way his lips molded to mine, how perfectly they fit together, like we had done this before. like he had kissed me in a past life, and this was just muscle memory guiding us back to each other.

I told her in between kisses. "It's only been a few days." She chuckled. "A few days too long." Pushing my head back, she forced me to look at her. She smirked at me and her silver eyes shined in the moonlight with lust and desire. Then, she brought her lips to mine. Warm, soft bliss filled me; I missed her lips. And even though she was right, and it only had been a few days, it felt like forever to me. Our kiss turned into one of heated passion as our tongues tangled. My hands ran over her body as she tightened her legs around my waist, bringing my swollen groin closer to her heated core. I groaned as she started to grind herself against me, which only caused my cock to harden. Not wanting

"I spent my life waiting for the next hit, the next loss, the next betrayal. You taught me that there was something else to live for. Something better." He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, a soft, lingering kiss that tasted like the champagne and the evening air. "I love you, Mila," he said, the words simple, profound, and absolute. "I love the life we have, the bookstore, the kids, the noise. I love that we’re the ones who get to walk away." Mila looked around the courtyard. She saw Tanya and Leo dancing, their foreheads pressed together. She saw Jess and Dmitri laughing at a table, already dreaming of their own future. She saw the fairy lights reflecting in the champagne glasses,

He had a lean body so she never realized how good it might look under those clothes. "Can I get a kiss now?" He leaned making Summer cupped his afce and planted few soft kisses all over his face. Ginga chuckled as this was not what he actually thought of. "How many kisses I have left?" Summer asked him who counted something in his mind. "587..." "What ...how?" Summer was confused They started with 100 kisses but everyday, these kisses only increase instead of decreasing. "Well, you promised a kiss for the ride and here I am sitting with you so...."

Maybe I hadn't pined for Robbie Saunders, but I had never forgotten that magical kiss. I felt him lean in, and in anticipation, I parted my lips. I was rewarded with the contact of his lips against mine, a tentative taste, almost as if to test if I were the same as I had been eleven years ago. He backed away, and I felt naked under his gaze, unable to cover myself or even see what he was doing. Then, he suddenly leaned in and kissed me again, this time passionately. His hands wrapped around my midriff, and I felt my body quest for his.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

I interpreted and she was laughing hard on the screen. "You're really such a crazy girl, Cally! Poor guy," she said. and she was still smiling ear to ear, like a weirdo. "Why are you happy? We just met again," I asked as I rolled my eyes. She cleared her throat and grinned at me, "Well, isn't that romantic? He's your first kiss, you are his first kiss. That kiss happened 10 years ago and now you met again. My gosh, Cally, he might be your prince charming. Sadly, I didn't see his changes but girl, you should agree on dating him!" she said in an enthusiastic voice.

everything around me disappears. Slowly, his soft, full lips brush against mine. His playful tongue pushes its way in and kisses me. His kiss tastes like infinity, like chocolate, like cloudy skies that the sun dispels with its light... like glory and eternal life. I am dismayed, but I don't reject him. I let myself be carried away by that wonderful feeling. His soft, slippery hand caresses my thigh as he kisses me, slowly moving up, almost reaching my underwear, when loud knocks hit the door.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I could breathe freely, like I could finally be myself without the weight of my past holding me back. And then, as if the world had been waiting for this moment, Nolan leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was slow, tender, and full of promise. My heart raced as I melted into him, the warmth of his embrace making me feel safe, loved, and cherished. It was the kiss of a lifetime—the kiss that sealed our future together, one built on trust, love, and the promise of better days ahead.

“Darling… are you still angry?” I looked down at him. That face was still as striking and cold as ever. He carried the natural authority of a man born to power, the kind of presence that made everyone in Napels afraid of him; everyone except me, because there was a time when he loved me like I was the center of his world. On my eighteenth birthday, I said I loved watching fireworks by the sea. The very next night, he shut down an entire private coastline just to set off a two-hour-long firework display for me alone.