Bruno X Mirabel Kiss Novels & Stories

Sabrina asked so suddenly and drank a shot of her drink, smiling in a flirty way at me, and I chuckled, couldn't believe she was still trying to play games with me. "Well, yeah, you should be grateful, you are the luckiest woman in the world cause you are the only one who made me kiss a girl," I asked and her face suddenly painted a confused look, making me think what she was thinking that she was staring at me like that. "Made you kiss a girl? Don't tell me you are gay? Oh-My-Gosh, you kissed me like a pro so you're good because you're actually into men, and what you mean by I made you kiss a girl because you actually kiss men not women?" she said in hurry, she seemed couldn't believe that

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

I open my eyes once more. Quivering from gratifying pleasure, my hand subconsciously went up to Bruno's hair and tugged at it. Bruno came back up to my mouth again, and the kiss this time was more aggressive than the last, igniting an even wilder flame that kept on burning me whole, leaving my limbs completely weak

His hands stroked her back, trying to calm the storm of emotions that had overtaken her. Their embrace was fierce, desperate even. Mirabel clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. Raymond held her just as tightly, knowing that this moment was the culmination of so much pain, love, and longing. He kissed her forehead, her temple, and then finally her lips. The kiss was deep and passionate, filled with the kind of love that had survived years of hardship and distance.

He looked up at her, her eyes were closed. "You want to taste?" He asked her. Her eyes fling open. She could barely say a word, she could only gulp. Bruno climbed up to her mouth level and slammed his lips against hers, engaging her in a French kiss so she could taste the wonderful juice he had licked earlier. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers reached down and and parted her folds. He inserted a finger into her and she moaned more loudly. He pumped into her slowly at first and then increased his pace.

“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.