Bruno X Mirabel Kiss Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to talk about anything else tonight. I just want you.” “I thought you were angry with me?” He reminded her. “Then fuck me right to make me not angry anymore,” she replied. He crumbled under her touch, his concerns melting away as desire took its place. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Mirabel responded eagerly, her hands exploring his chest as their kiss deepened, growing more urgent with each passing second. As their lips moved together in sync, she began to push Giveon towards the bed, her intentions clear. He followed her lead, his hands roaming over her body, feeling the soft curves under her dress.

The driver could see us from the rear view mirror but well I was doing my job and he was doing his. Bruno pulled me up and placed his hands on his leg for me to sit on them. Well why not ?. I kissed him gently, our tongues began to fight for dominance, I felt his left hand pull my dress up, I could feel him touching my bare ass, I inhaled and continued our kiss, I kissed him down to his neck. I held on to….. “Sir!. Emm..” “What is it?.” Bruno asked with a husky voice. “I can see you two!.” He murmured.

He opened his eyes, a bit disappointed that the expected kiss was taking too long. “No … That’s because I am Bruno”. He replied. “Hmm mm?” Beauty tilted her head, inspecting him with her dizzy eyes, they look so siren. Her fingers touched his nose and lips. That sent chills down his spine and his bulge grew larger and painful. He had to hold his crotch. “Ooo Hhhh Sir Bruno?” He looked at her, shocked that she got it this time. “Such nice lips”. Reacting, his face flushed and his ears red.

Session logs. > Mirror Integration – Trial 1 Mirror Integration – Trial 2 Mirror Integration – Trial 3... …11 entries total. Each one with a different date. Each one labeled “Unstable Pattern / Subject Resistance Noted.” But the final entry had no error. It had no comment at all. Just a timestamp. > Integration Successful. Session Locked. Ella pointed to it, voice low. “That’s when I stopped being angry.” Ava looked at her sharply. “What?” Ella didn’t blink.

"I'm fine, really. Nothing to worry about. But what were you up to yesterday that you couldn't pick up?" There was a pause, then Mira's tone turned sheepish. "Mmm, okay... Yesterday, I met up with Bruno. I went there planning to tell him we should end things for good, but he showed up in this tight shirt and pants, looking all intense and charming. I couldn't resist—he seduced me right back in." Aurelia raised an eyebrow, though Mira couldn't see it. "So you were busy cozying up with Bruno? Are you back together now?"

“Aye, upon me life! First, I grabbed her cutting hand and pulled with all my might, then I wrapped both my arms around her waist, pulled up, and she landed behind me shoulder first.” They all grinned at one another. “But my celebration was cut short. The next thing I knew, she had teleported directly in front of me. And then, pressing a small perma-ice box against her lips, she blew metsubushi on my face.” “Oh no!” Aki exclaimed. The metsubushi were eye-closers, a devious weapon that temporarily blinded opponents.

Everything about him disgusts me, especially those lips. I’ve washed my lips so many times today, scrubbing at the memory of his unwanted kiss. Now, I’m sitting at my desk, reapplying lipstick for what feels like the hundredth time, only to wipe it off again. These lips… the same lips Ethan kissed with so much passion last night. His kiss was breathtaking, unforgettable, and yet Gabe had to ruin everything with his pathetic attempt this morning.

for hiding a child—Dragon, I realize with a sickening lurch—from his men. My gaze sweeps over the chapel. A fresco of Saint Michael, his powerful sword, is shattered by bullet holes. The man, Esteban, looms over Marisol. His white guayabera stained with dark patches that can’t be his own. He takes something from his pocket—a silver rosary, tarnished and cold-looking. His voice, drips with false concern as he slides the rosary over Marisol’s bruised wrist. “Mira qué bonita te queda, gatita (Look how pretty it looks on you, kitten).” The endearment feels like a predator’s purr.

"You two… have known each other for a long time, haven't you?" Her tone was questioning, but her eyes—sharp like a hawk's—made it clear that she already knew the answer. Her gaze was so piercing that it made my skin crawl. After a moment of tense silence, I forced an awkward smile and pulled her aside. "Eleanor, I…" She took out her phone and showed me a photo. "Ivy, I came across something recently." I leaned in and saw it—a record of me purchasing contraceptive pills online. The quantity was significant, enough to last two or three years.

No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue. I sighed with contentment when he pulled away. His kisses were magical. He grinned at me. “You ready?” I nodded. “Yup.” “First, we'll go to our knees,” he explained. “Find the sweet spot, where the balance is best.” “That's what she said,” I quipped. Bastian burst out laughing, stopping in his demonstration and nearly falling into the water. “Just get up on your knees,” he told me, splashing water at me with his hands.