Romans & histoires Beauty Beast Kiss

"For the record, I like your hair down." Before she could answer, he had reached for her ponytail and pulled the band away, letting it cascade down her back. "Zane..." she gasped before he slowly cupped her face again. This time, he held a handful of her hair, too, his shoulders pressing together as he slowly leaned to her. "Happy birthday, Jasmine." The words hit her lips, and she moved closer,bher eyes shut tight. "Thank you," she whispered right before he kissed her.

“Are you done?” “No,” I say, pulling out a lipstick. But before I can put it on, he turns me in his arms and crushes his mouth to mine. His kiss is relentless, bruising, stealing my breath until my lips are swollen and pink and raw. When Zeke finally pulls back, he’s smirking. “There. That’s the perfect shade.” I’m limp in his embrace, my heart beating between my thighs, traitorous and unsteady. “Let’s go,” he says, locking his arm through mine and pulling me with him.

Justin kept one of his hands on her cheek and slowly leaned in. She closed her eyes and felt his lips on her. Sparks flew through them during the kiss. She had always read in a book about electricity or sparks passing through during moments like this but never thought that she would ever feel it. When Fiona kissed Justin back, he was beyond shocked. They were in the same position for a few more minutes until she pulled back to take a breath. They were both breathless. "I like you," Justin said with full honesty. Finally!!

His kiss was sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell. I didn't want to fall for another tourist. You're not falling, I told myself. You're simply enjoying. I knew he was going to leave and I would be sad. But I would also be far more disappointed if I missed this. His kiss was insistent, intoxicating, and driving me insane. I wanted to melt into him and let him melt into me. I wanted to kiss every inch of his skin. Every inch.

The world felt vast and endless, yet in this moment, it existed only for them. “I don’t want to fight anymore,” she whispered. “Not against what I am. Not against what we are.” Damien leaned in, his lips brushing hers. “Then don’t. Just be.” The kiss that followed was unlike anything either of them had ever known — slow, reverent, filled with the quiet awe of souls recognizing their home. The air shimmered faintly around them, the divine energy of the White Wolf responding to love’s call. Light cascaded across the lake, silver and gold intertwining, as if the universe itself celebrated their union.

The feel of him overwhelms me and everything we've been through settles in the background as we reconfirm who we are to each other. "I love you," he groans. "Yes," I groan back. "Love me." His eyes smile into mine before he takes my mouth in a punishing kiss and picks up momentum. I fall off the precipice minutes later and hold on until he shouts his release. "I love you," I whisper against his chest. Ms. Beast rumbles and I can feel the vibrations beneath King's skin that signify his beast is as sated as she is. This man is our air and we won't be letting him go.

He ran his fingers over my lips, his touch gentle yet firm. He leaned down, bringing his mouth close to mine. I could feel his breath on my lips, the heat emanating from his body, the desire in his gaze. He spoke, his voice low and hoarse, filled with need. “ So beautiful ” His mouth descended on mine, his kiss rough and urgent. His lips captured mine in a heated, hungry exchange. I responded instantly, my body arching into his, my hands gripping his shoulders desperately. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting me, exploring me. Our bodies pressed together, the heat between us almost unbearable.

"Ouch, that hurts. Right here. You wound me, Astrid." She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Well, maybe I can kiss it to make it feel better." Blaze's eyes darkens with desire, his smirk transforming into a wicked beam. "I think I'd like that," he murmurs, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips met with a fervor that sent shivers down their spines, their bodies pressing closer as the kiss deepened, igniting a fire between them.

His thumbs traced slow circles on her cheeks, sending sparks of electricity through her, while his other fingers slid into her hair, tangling lightly to pull her even nearer, their bodies pressing together in a way that let her feel every inch of his solid form. As the kiss intensified, the Beast's hands wandered with careful intent, one sliding down to her shoulder and easing the fabric of her dress aside to reveal more of her skin. He paused to admire her, his gaze hungry yet adoring, before his lips trailed along her jawline and down to the sensitive curve of her neck. Each kiss was a warm, lingering promise, drawing soft, eager gasps from Belle as she arched into him, her hands exploring

Vincent instantly trusted his tongue, devouring her mouth mercilessly. His inner beast took control. He wanted to rip her apart. Her tears kept on falling, embracing her cheeks, and he kept on wiping them while caressing her cheek. After a while of satisfying his beast, he broke the passionate kiss, breathing heavily, but his heavy breathing didn't stop him from attacking her delicious neck. She held his biceps as he kept on devouring her against her will. She gasped out when he started to suck her neck harshly. "I only want my marks on you. You're made only for me to touch...you belong to me!"