Adrienette Kiss Novels & Stories

He pushed me to the wall, damang dama ko ang pag gapang ng kanyang malaking kamay patungo sa aking baywang. Patuloy niya akong hinahalikan sa labi and I'm answering his wet kisses with the equal lust. "Come on, Adira." He said in a hoarse voice. Why honey? Masyado ka na bang init sa akin? I felt him lifting my versace black and gold dress, hinuli ko ang kanyang kamay at saglit na humiwalay sa aming halikan.

Then I think maybe you are right, maybe we're just the same, maybe we're just like two lost souls who happens to meet in this fucking wedding, and maybe you are right, that there's nothing wrong about choosing ourselves just for tonight as we forget the cruel world. I slowly lifted my hands and touched your face, your lips hung half open the moment you felt my touch. I caressed it with pure care and slowly I tilted my head and I watched you close your eyes as we both waited for our lips to connect. I knew I wasn't wrong when I told myself that this kiss, is the kiss of a lifetime. I never knew I could dream of someone like you until suddenly...... everything went black..

Sometimes, attending something like this has a great chance na magkaroon ng gulo lalo na kung may mga basagulero. I replied asking where they are dahil pupuntahan ko sila and he said nasa may pool area sila ng bahay nina Casio at malapit lang iyon sa kung nasan kami. I immediately stood up and excused myself to the members. Ngunit bago pa man ako tuluyang makapunta sa pool side ay biglang namatay ang mga ilaw, leaving only the neon lights. Nainis ako dahil doon dahil kailangan ko ng pumunta sa kung nasan yung dalawa pero nabigla na lang ako ng may biglang humarang dadaanan ko. The hoodie guy who bumped at me earlier. Inilapit niya ako sa kanya by grabbing my left arm and accidentally, our li

Pero agad din niyang tinakpan ng determinasyon. “Then I’ll just have to make you want it.” he said, steady, dangerous. And when his lips finally captured mine—hindi ko na alam kung panalo ba ako o tuluyan nang natalo. --- Damian’s POV The kiss was fire. Possessive, claiming, undeniable. She tasted of defiance and fear, but also of surrender. When she didn’t pull away, I knew. She was mine. Not tomorrow. Not someday. Now. Always.