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) while the other book follows the plot should Phraser did not make it, and it is called “Kiss Me First” Why there are two books? Well, it is actually quite simple. As much as this author believes that every person has to have a happy ending, he does not believe that one person would find “The One” right off the bat. He believes that it is more realistic if a person would date a bunch of guys, and go through so much stuff that would shape that person, before finally finding someone that they do not have to think twice to agree to spend the rest of their lives with. If you like Autumn to end up with Tyler (being high school sweethearts and all), then read Book 1 (The Bad Nerd Boy) and just st

He merely closed the gap between them, seizing her lips with his in a kiss that was far from innocent. His lips were firm, insistent, and Gabi moaned as his tongue ventured into her mouth, exploring every corner as if he desired to commit her to memory. His large hands grasped her hips, drawing her nearer, and she felt his arousal pressing against her abdomen. The kiss was intense, commanding, as if he was attempting to assert something. Gabi responded with equal fervor, her hands finding their way into his hair, drawing him nearer. She could taste the beer on his tongue, mingled with a flavor that was uniquely *Ravi*.

A strange feeling surged through her entire being. "Here's your punishment for making me worried." Kai quickly pressed his lips against the girl's, gradually deepening the kiss. Blessie's body seemed paralyzed as she was taken aback by the sudden movement of the guy. As their kiss deepened, she didn't realize that she was gradually getting carried away, matching each movement of their lips. What started as a simple kiss soon turned into their tongues playing inside their mouths. The heat they felt gradually intensified, fueling their burning libido. Their kisses became more passionate, and even their hands began to explore. Kai pulled Blessie's body closer to him, intensifying their kissing.

... Quinn kissed her like his life depended on it, like no guy has ever kissed her before, soft and moist , hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. He could see the heat as it rose in her cheeks the moment his tongue touched Karen's tongue, it was quick and felt electric as it sent shocking waves to her. The kiss felt so firm, more determined and more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of them.

His eyes stayed on hers as he leaned over her, slowly kissing his way from her throat to the hollow between her breasts, making her breath catch on every drag of his tongue. The bond pulsed harder now, electric between their bodies. Her magic responded to it, rising under her skin like a tide. When he took one nipple into his mouth, her back arched with a cry. The sharp flick of his tongue, followed by the soft scrape of teeth, had her hips grinding up into him instinctively. He growled, low and deep, kissing her on the way down and settled between her thighs, dragging his lips down her stomach. “Ronan” Her voice broke on his name.

CHAPTER 93 : DUMP ASSHOLES CHARLOTTE'S POV By Thursday, the school population had collectively decided that Sophie Wilson was the hottest commodity since free pizza day. And honestly? I blame TikTok. One stupid slow motion hallway video of her flipping her hair, and suddenly she was everyone’s dream girl, the cafeteria’s unofficial mascot, and the entire junior class’s screensaver. Nobody even remembered her kissing my boyfriend just two weeks ago, and everybody liked her because she kissed Max.

"What are you doing?" "Sssshhh—" his thumb lands perfectly on my bottom lip, making them shiver. "You better use these pretty lips to moan for me, not to question" My heartbeats increase rapidly. I part my lips to utter something again but get interrupted by his hot mouth crashing over mine. His palms wrap gently around my cheeks to prevent me from moving away from the kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, probing for approval as I part my lips wider to let him in with all my needs. He strokes his tongue into my mouth passionately, giving rise to my longing. The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike all the kisses we shared after meeting for years. I don't know what makes him kiss me s

"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.

But before I could take a single step, his hand shot out, wrapping around my wrist, pulling me back with a force that sent a jolt through me. He spun me around, my back slamming against his chest, my arms pinned behind me with one of his hands. He pulled me impossibly closer, until our bodies were flush, then his other hand, strong and possessive, moved to the nape of my neck, tilting my head back. And then, he kissed me. It was anything but romantic. This was a kiss born of dominance, of aggression, a deliberate act of assertion. His grip tightened on my wrist, forcing me closer, still crushing any space between us.

His lips sweetly touched mine. I reacted unknowingly, returning his caresses. He kept holding the back of my head, pulling me even closer to him. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and skillfully moved it around, giving me an indescribable thrill. I had never thought it's possible to feel that much excitement from a kiss.