Bellamy And Clarke Kiss Book Novels & Stories

Never gives into my pleading whimpers, my wordless begging for him to strip me down and claim me, damn it. No, Kyle kisses me long and deep and filthy, kisses me until my head spins and my pulse thuds languidly between my thighs—and then he backs up, a pleased glint in his hazel eyes when he sees how rumpled I am. “It’s Saturday,” he says, brushing a pancake crumb off my chin. “The bar’s open late tonight.” God, how can he be so calm after that? Kyle’s voice is steady, and that is so unfair. He should be panting too, utterly ruined by a single kiss. There’s no justice in the world.

Glad to see I'm not the only one affected by the kiss. "Man, you don't have to ignore us just because you didn't come." Derrick says. I smile and tune back in to the conversation they're having. By some stroke of luck, Camden and Derrick open their lockers at the same time and smelly green goo shoots out of their lockers and hits their faces. Everyone in the hallway freezes. They don't know if they should laugh or be afraid of what is to follow. "Who did this?" Derrick screams. I look at the spot where Rain was standing and I see that she's gone. I'll have to get someone else to open my locker for me. This shit stinks.

“Oh, no doubt. You’re beautiful. I mean… I don’t see the chemistry, but love is strange, right?” Clarissa looked up. Her eyes met Bukky’s. “Very strange. Especially when people still hang around exes hoping to spark something that burned out long ago.” The tension was there, the indirect words flying around. Bukky tilted her head. “Hmm. You’re bold. Lucas must like that.” Clarissa sipped her juice. “He does. Among other things.” Bukky chuckled but didn’t speak again. She leaned back on her elbows, staring at the sky. Clarissa didn’t lean back, she sat there with a straight back and raised chin.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

People glanced at each other nervously, as if I had finally lost my mind. Eva looked perfectly innocent. "Dr. Smith, you shouldn't be tossing out accusations like that. Dr. Summer and I just met today. What would we possibly gain from putting on a scene?" One of the bystanders, who had spoken up earlier, let out a cold snort.

So, Bryan didn't have to be bothered again. The woman smiled crookedly, "Your harsh reality is like the one in that photo, Bryan!" "What do you mean?!" "This story, between First Love or First Kiss!" he pauses, "and only Paula, who can be the key to all of these questions, Bryan!" Bryan cleared his throat softly, breaking the awkwardness surrounding them. "Sorry, I can't believe you!" The woman's smile faded at once. But a second later, she smiled sweetly at Bryan again. "Forget all this, Bryan! They were little kids then, who didn't understand kissing."

Adams assured her, his voice brimming with unwavering conviction. "Kiss me," Clara implored, her request impulsive yet sincere. Adams couldn't help but smile in response, complying with her desire. For more than a minute, they exchanged tender kisses, their hearts entwined, basking in the radiance of their love...

Clarke finally looked at him and the intended feeling he felt at the bar returned back to him. Clarke looked at his eyes down to his rosy lips. He stretched his face forward in hope that derek would get the message and kiss him already. Derek did get the message but he wanted Clarke to kiss him first so he would be sure that the billionaire was sure about his feelings. Clarke used his lips to drag the lower part of derek's lips. He kissed him unhurriedly until he couldn't resist not touching derek's body.

He answered sweetly and he is now starting to kiss my earlobe and his tongue teasing it like it's a sweet delicacy. With that, I let go of my hesitation. He carried me like I am just a light feather in his arms. We are both wet and throbbing. He kissed me with hunger, licking and biting my lips. I feel a little pain, but it was gone right away when he licked and sucked it after. His tongue is dancing and matching my rhythm. I suddenly felt the soft mattress on my back without breaking our kiss. My hands are touching his hard muscle, restless and trying to hold onto something that I can't name.