Bellamy And Clarke Kiss Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Clarke smiled at Keira and said in his husky voice; “Then you must have heard your name loud and clear too.” Keira chuckled; and granted him a quick kiss. “You, recognize you could be very cheesy sometimes, babe.” Clarke giggled and sat up. “Did you just say berries and cheese?” He reached out for the cheese and gave it to Keira, and placed the strawberry in his mouth, half of which he offered to Keira. “What a wonderful excuse for a smooch.” Keira laughed and bit the other half of the strawberry. As she expected, Clarke kissed her so passionately they were making love again in no time.

He entered and reached my table in a few mighty steps. “Good morning, Gayle.” “Get out of this pack.” Clarke is always the worst. He delight in seeing others tormented. “Woah there, princess. Easy.” I bared my teeth at him. “If you’re just going to insult me then get out.” The bastard instead sat down in front of me. “About our kiss...I liked it.” Clarke winked at me and reached for my hand wrapped around a warm coffee. “Is that all you have to tell me?”

Clarissa managed to say, “What are you—” Before she could finish her sentence, Kimmy pressed her lips against Grayson’s. The room fell silent. The kiss was brief, but heavy with meaning. Grayson stared at her in disbelief. His breath caught, then slowly he closed his eyes and returned the kiss — soft yet deep, as if pouring out all the emotions he had been holding in. Clarissa stood frozen, her face flushed with rage. “You two… are insane!” Kimmy glanced at her calmly and smiled. “You wanted proof that I care, didn’t you, Gray? Consider this the beginning. I’ll start trying to open my heart to you.”

I nodded once, and she sighed, pulling me into her embrace. "Breathe, handsome," she whispered, stroking my hair. I buried my face against her abdomen, a smile tugging at my lips. "I want a kiss," I mumbled, and Dante chortled. I threw a glare his way, and he pursed his lips, his eyes sparkling with amusement. With a smile on her face, Clarissa leaned over to press her lips to mine. Then she kissed me on the forehead and pulled me once more into her arms. "You didn't get caught by Callum, did you?" I asked.

And then I saw him. Raymond. My Raymond. His upper body bare, lying on the bed as if he belonged there. As if this was just another day in his twisted world. Clara prowled toward him like a predator closing in on its prey. He stretched out his arms, inviting her closer. He pulled her to him by the waist. And then, they kissed. Not a gentle, hesitant kiss. It was hungry and passionate. A kiss that spoke of familiarity, of longing. The sound of their moans came through the microphone—quiet enough for Raymond not to hear it from where he was sitting. But I heard it. My heart seized in agony, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

That's the only thing I could respond to her because I don't have a damn single idea about what the book is about, but then again, it was about love. Love. . . "Shoot! Iris! My group mates are looking for me. I need to head back! I'll just see you tomorrow! I'm gonna watch your game!" She hugged and gave me a smooch on my cheek before she ran away leaving me in awe. I was too occupied even when I got home from work. The book can't get out of my mind. I don't like reading, but it made me search the plot on the internet. And guess what, it was really about Gabby and Travis wherein they eventually develop feelings with each other, get married, and have two kids. And then she got into an acciden

Clarke smiled the moment she saw me, and then her eyes went soft. “Sup homegirl? Who died?” She asked. She grabbed her chemistry book from her locker and then slammed it shut. “Your face looks all depressed and edgy. Did Stanley call off the date? I will break his face.” She punched the locker door. “No,” I sighed, leaning down to grab the earphones from off Roger's head. “I'm moving.” Clarke's mouth dropped open, and her chewing gum fell to the floor. “No!” “Yes,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders and trying not to cry.

Mick glanced at Marley before walking away mumbling under his breath. “And you.” Clarissa pointed at Marley. “To my office.” Marley followed her quietly and people began whispering immediately they entered the office. Clarissa took her seat and stared at Marley as if she were seeing her for the first time. Then she spoke. “So you married Anthonio Kalvey.” Marley bit her lips. Clarissa chuckled. “Oh boy, I didn't know you had it in you.” She leaned forward and propped her elbows on the desk.

I couldn’t. Clarke spun me around and pinned me to the tile, mouth crashing onto mine. It wasn’t gentle. It was claiming. Dominant. Dirty. Maddox dropped to his knees behind me. His hands spread me open, water cascading down my back, and I felt his tongue. I gasped into Clarke’s mouth. “Fuck,” Clarke groaned. “You hear that, Maddox? He still wants it.” Maddox growled against my hole. “He’s leaking. Begging without a word.”