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Ivy's heart raced as he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, like a whisper of promise. Victor's lips were warm and inviting, and Ivy felt herself melting into him, her heart soaring with emotion. The kiss deepened, Victor's tongue tracing the outline of her lips, sending sparks of electricity through her body.

I slowly leaned in, my lips pulling toward hers as though by magnetic force. I leaned in, brushing my lips across Visha's; an electric shock coursing through my body with her touch ignited my very soul. Visha's lips were soft, yielding, and inviting. I was melting into the kiss. Our lips moved in synchrony, deepening the kiss, pouring out all our emotions and desires. I could feel Visha's heartbeat alongside mine; love and desire filled the space between us.

She hugs and squeezes me tight. Well, this is a surprise. I hug her back because God knows I need a hug right now. I’m definitely stressed. Her lips brush my cheeks and is going for my lips. I turn the other way so it’s not awkward like she’s trying to kiss me or something. She hugs me tighter. Squeezing the breath out of me. She turns towards me and her lips brushes my lips before I can turn away again. It’s intentional. She’s freaking trying to kiss me. Her breasts are pressed against mine and she’s rubbing them. I push her away. What the hell?

I had needed it in order to know he was still with me. "Eww... gross..." Avery made a face, sticking out her tongue and acting like she was going to puke. Robbie laughed, releasing me from the kiss but not his grasp. I loved being pressed up against him, feeling his body strong and solid beneath mine. I kissed him one more time, making a loud lip-smacking noise just to make Avery mad. She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore us by playing with her teacups.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

] Akira I devour Alissa's lips with passion, and despite having all eternity with her it always felt like the first time I was kissing her lips and worshiping her body. I slide both straps of the dress off his body and his arousal-rippled nipples make my eyes stunned. My lips go to his left nipple as if they have a mind of their own and slowly suck and bite, the moans Alissa emits are music to my ears, like a beautiful song I could listen to all day long.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss, igniting a flame that could not be quenched. As they moved together in a dance of desire, he knew that he was lost in the depths of their love. A soft growl escaped Ackerly's lips as he continued to ravish his lover with passionate kisses. Killan agreed. His hand reached out to grasp Ackerly, fingers curling around the smooth surface. He threw him into his embrace. Ackerly straddled his lap, their lips meeting in a ravenous kiss. The dominant Alpha was claiming his mate, mounting him with a possessive hunger. Ackerly's diminutive stature was no match for Killan's impressive size, causing him to feel weightless as the Alpha effortlessly lifted him.

Sparks flew the instant the two lips touched. Draven devoured her hungrily, his tongue pushing her lips apart to dive into her mouth. Fire lit her nerve endings as they kissed, their mutual passion burning everything else away. Belinda straddled him on the chair, each of her legs gripping his thighs. Her arms went up his shoulders, crossing at the back of his neck as she pressed her breast to him. Instinctively, her hips rocked against his erection, creating the friction she desired. Her bare nipple grazed against his chest as she moved, drawing a strangled moan from her.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

“The comments, look at the comments!” I can’t move. My eyes stay glued to the screen as the video plays again. And again. And again. His hand gripping my waist, my fingers tangled in his shirt, our mouths...... God. My stomach twists violently. That didn’t feel like this; that didn’t feel like something meant for the world to see... hell, it shouldn't have even happened in the first place. But that's the thing with Adonis; barely 24 hours after meeting this man, I have kissed him on live television.