Novel & Cerita Bruno X Mirabel Kiss

Without any hesitation, he brought his lips to mine. It was the most electrifying kiss of my entire life. The passion in that simple act was more intense than any I had ever experienced. It was genuine. It was real. It was exactly what I needed. His touch brought so much relief to the turmoil I had been fighting ever since I had left his house that morning. I breathed him in, not wanting to break the kiss. His cologne, his musk, everything was the same as I remembered and all of it felt like medicine for my wounds.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

“Annika, did you just scrunch your nose up in disgust at me? My eyes move from her lean figure to Ares, but he totally ignores me, his hand slowly caressing the side of her face. “You look hot when you are angry,” he murmurs, then plants a peck on the side of her face before stalking away. “Ares!” “Hey!” Her claws dig into my skin as she whips me around to face him. “You didn’t answer my question.” “Because I can do whatever I want to do in my home!”

"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.

Many of them said I didn't deserve Sebastian and we should break up. Bruno had sent me a message, asking me if I like his present. Tears streamed down my face as I finally saw the cause of all the hate towards me. It was a video, and though it was not too clear, I could see the two people in it clearly. It was I and Bruno at the restaurant, kissing. The video was taken at an angle that hid the fact that he was forcing me, and it only showed the few seconds when our lips touched. It was all a setup.

'Fuck. I pulled down his boxers and kissed his cock, rubbed it against my face and cheek, so soft. I looked up and he was smiling at me. I began to lick it, to make out with it. My mouth was very dry from the salt and I felt like I had a furred tongue. I put his whole cock in my mouth and aimed it toward the back of my throat, gagging, making some more saliva. He moaned and softly tousled my hair with his hands. He got a little firmer but not hard yet and so I had to hold it in my fist. I sucked and jerked gently, but he would not get fully hard. I began to lick his balls. I put them in my mouth. My chin rested on the place where his tail met his skin. The scales were slimy and hard at the s

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

Mirabel moved closer to him in the water, her big tits floating and bobbing on the surface, the red bikini top barely covering her nipples. Jackson stared. “You’re so much more pretty without the glasses, Mira. For real. Your eyes look different. Softer.” She blushed deeper, the compliment hitting her straight in the chest. Without thinking, she drifted even closer until their bodies were almost touching. The water made her tits brush lightly against his chest. Jackson’s breath hitched. “What are you doing, Mirabel?” Instead of answering, she leaned in and kissed him.