Baca Komik Romantis Kiss Novels & Stories

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

Adia was stunned by the way Sebastian kissed her, slowly and steadily, he nibbled on her lips, sucking on it gently, as Adia's back rested on the car door, Sebastian also using his arms to support her a little bit. Adia relished the taste of his lips on hers as she kissed him back, with all she got, wrapping her hands around his neck, drawing him closer to her. "Not here, Adia.." he whispered to her lips,his breath fanning her face, as he withdrew himself from her hold. Adia took in sharp breaths, as she tried controlling her labored breathing, that's it, short and simple, the kiss was really mind blowing as he took it slowly with her, honestly, it served as a remedy to her, as she strangely

"Three kisses." Roman smiled. "Just three? You sure that's enough?" He then inched slowly toward his sister and planted a teaser of a kiss on her pouting lips. "One." And then a second, fuller kiss. "Two." And a third, longer kiss, savoring the sweet moment. "Three," Roman said after the elongated kiss.

(Iris) The touch of his lips against mine was electrifying, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t known existed. It was a kiss filled with both passion and restraint, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken bond between us. In that moment, everything else faded away. His warm hands framed my face gently, drawing me closer with a tenderness that contradicted the intensity of our kiss. Our breaths mingled, creating a shared rhythm that echoed the unspoken understanding between us. It was a moment where words were unnecessary, where every touch, every heartbeat, spoke volumes about the connection that had quietly grown between us.

Romantic ones. My heart races, but it’s not just that. Aria tilts her head toward him, and then it happens. Caelum kisses her. Fully. It’s not a hesitant or unsure kiss. It’s a kiss that seems to hold everything: desire, longing, and above all, something I don’t want to acknowledge—passion.

Amidst her laughter, she reassured me, "No, just kidding. It's definitely you." With a smirk I respond "I know." I pull her closer to me as I lean feeling the anticipation building up inside me. Our lips meet, and there's a rush of warmth and tenderness as we share a gentle, passionate kiss. It's like the delicate flutter of butterfly wings, a moment of pure bliss. The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity, our lips parting only for brief moments to catch our breath. I explored her mouth with a gentle urgency, our tongues intertwining in a dance of passion and desire.

He's now addicted to peanut butter though. The sun set not after a while of us watching random things on TV. He's gotten used to watching TV now. "Why do humans eat each other's faces?" "Wait, what? They're not eating each other's faces. They're kissing." I chuckled. "What? Humans kiss like that? Don't you lick each other's faces?" "No. That's gross. Connecting lips is romantic. Licking a face is disgusting since people sweat." "Romantic? What's that?" "H-how can I put this. Something romantic is something that is beautiful? In a way that affects your feelings? Yeah, I think that's right. When two people kiss it shows their love."

Laika said, standing to her feet. Karim put his arm around her waist and drew her closer to him. His member was already threatening to tear his shorts. Their faces were so close now, and his gaze fell on her lip. Laika parted her lips, ready for him to kiss her. His lust won, and he caved in and took her lips with his. The kiss was explosive, as usual. No matter how many times they had kissed and made love for the past five years, it still felt new. Karim's hands travelled to her back and grabbed her ass cheeks, and he squeezed them while Laika let out a moan.