Romans & histoires Beso

"Then—kiss each other. A proper French kiss. Right here, right now." "Ten seconds." "Miss a second, you finish an entire bottle together!" "Wooooo—!!!" Whistles, cheers, and screams exploded across the beach.

Beau did his best to keep himself under control but as soon as they were inside Sarah's condo he pulled her into his arms and kissed her as if he was a starving man and her mouth the only thing that would ease him. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. His mouth came down hard on hers and his tongue pressed insistently for entrance. Sarah stood on tiptoe and tunneled her fingers through his hair as she let her own tongue answer his need and duel with his.

Pov: Bianca "Fuck, baby. Don't go." My chest racked with the sob trying to break free and before I knew it, I was trembling in his arms, losing my composure. He hugged me close, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his hands rubbing my arms in a bid to comfort me. "Tesoro," he whispered, kissing the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my neck, his accent wrapping around the word like fine silk. "Amore mio."

She didn't find it right for Bella to kiss him just yet. Bella cocked her head sideways to stare at her mother and then she suddenly felt embarrassed. She cleared her throat tapping her forehead. "I'm coming mother." She yelled back. Dargak still had a smile on his face. He couldn't even turn to look at Baski. "Bye." Bella waved, standing on her feet, but surprisingly he kissed her forehead. Once he did that, she shyly ran to where Baski stood with arms folded. Baski touched her hair, staring at her, she could see her burning red cheeks with a smile that was refusing to fade away.

Suddenly the mood changed, and despite knowing she should do something or say something to stop him, Zephyra stood there as he cupped her face in his hands. “Nothing is stopping us from still being good together,” he said with that sultry, soft, bedroom tone of his that she’d almost forgotten about. That, along with the familiarity of his touch, kept her trapped as he lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle and sweet but hungry and desperate. For a moment, it was like no time had passed. Zephyra remembered what it felt like to be held by and to feel loved by a man.

I wanted to explain but his index finger was raised up before I thought of saying something to him and his hands went right to my nape holding it tightly, pulling my face close to him. I could feel his warm and hot breaths against my skin. It was fast and not relaxed. “I missed you Belle. More than you could even imagine,” he said as he pulled me to his face pressing his lips forcefully on mine. I could feel the different vibe of emotion on his kisses. It wasn’t hatred. It totally wasn’t. But it wasn’t the love as well. I don’t know what was it but it was strange and weird that I didn’t know how should I react with his kisses.

She gasped as my kisses advanced lower. I whispered her name, "Bella," like a prayer, my voice low and rough with emotion. Bella responded with breathless sighs, her hands exploring the powerful lines of my body, pulling me closer, needing more. Our rhythm shifted from slow to urgent, our passion building with every touch, every kiss, every unspoken word shared between gasps and moans.

I tightened my grip on the bar, my knuckles white. Noticing my fear, he placed his hand over mine. I looked up at him, and before I knew it, he kissed me again. This time, it wasn’t forceful. It was gentle, sweet. Time seemed to stop, and I forgot everything else. “Bre?” Kallie’s voice pulled me back to reality. The guy pulled away just as the ride ended. As soon as the latch unlocked, he stepped out and walked toward the exit without another word, leaving me dazed.

His hands came up to cradle my face. “I love you,” he choked, “and you love me. We can make it work.” He pressed his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. I opened my mouth to speak, but my words dissolved into a gasp as Maximo’s lips covered mine. Our bodies pressed together, and I felt his heat through the thick blanket between us. Our breaths mingled in heated gasps as our mouths danced together. I could feel Maximo’s heart pounding against my chest, matching the speed and rhythm of mine.

She was acutely aware of every inch of him, every muscle, and every breath. As she slowly encircled her arms around his neck, his eyes darkened and desire burned up the fuel in his veins. He drew her even closer, their bodies pressed together and their faces mere inches apart. Rosana could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin and it sent shivers down her spine. Standing on her toes, she whispered into his ear. "Ho bisogno di te." [I need you.] The words were like a gentle caress, shattering his last restraint. They were like a flame against gasoline. Without hesitation, he lifted her off the ground, wrapping his arms tightly around her as he claimed her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss