Bruno X Mirabel Kiss Novels & Stories

"Ssshhh Mirabelle" She smiles at me and obeys my single request. With her pinned between my two hands, I drop my lips to meet hers. Our lips fit perfectly as if they are meant for each other. To move and feel each other, in passionate moments like these. I grab the back of her neck to deepen the kiss even further, I growl in the kiss as she whimpers in pleasure. …Mirabelle POV…

Our mouths open against each other, sharing breath and moans. One more hard rub and she breaks first, crying out as her pussy pulses against mine. The feeling of her coming pushes me over the edge instantly. “Fuck, Mirabellll!!” I grind through it, shaking, moaning her name while my cunt spasms against hers. We keep moving slowly until the last waves fade. Then we collapse together, still tangled, breathing hard. “And they want me to marry your brother? Tchhh.” Mirabel rolled her eyes, still breathing hard.

The champagne hit Alexander Knight's chest before Elena Brooks even registered she had fallen. Three hundred people watched. Twelve cameras caught it. And in the ten seconds of absolute silence that followed, Elena did the only thing her exhausted, desperate, completely ruined brain could think of. She laughed. Not a polite laugh. Not an embarrassed laugh. A real one, short and shocked, that escaped before she could stop it. The kind that comes out when your body doesn't know whether to cry or run, so it picks the worst possible option instead.

She chuckled loudly and let go of his neck. Xayne raised her head to see him as he left the place. "Are you drooling over my man?". Mirabel asked. "That's a no". Xayne said and turned to her. "You don't look like someone who's been in love before". She said. "Yeah". "Love hurts girl, it's a game of luck, first try always turns out messy, you think you got the sexiest and romantic dude but turns out be a romantic son of the devil". She said and gulped in the content of the cup she held.

Bruno pulled a brunette towards him, who smiled at him. She was beautiful, sensual, and had a well-proportioned body. Bruno kissed her passionately, trying to forget about Nicole. The girl pulled him by the arm and led him to a private area, pushed him to sit down, and then sat on his lap. As she positioned herself, her short dress rose, revealing a bit more of her legs. Bruno ran his hands over her legs, caressing them, while the brunette kissed him eagerly. He kept his eyes closed, but Nicole's image briefly flashed in his mind. He opened his eyes and pushed the girl away.

And…panties melted. “So.” I took a breath when I looked up at him because he stepped even closer, only a breath away. “We’re…We’re really going to…?” I turned too breathless to finish the question. He grinned wolfishly. “Oh yeah,” he answered. “We’re definitely going to.” When his lips pressed against mine, a buzz of desire ricocheted through me with startling awareness. Why were his kisses so freaking potent? I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more.

I glanced at the mirror and started laughing, Owen joining in as he followed my gaze. The mirror was littered with hand-prints. It was incredibly obvious exactly what we had been doing, the perfect mirror smudged with our escapades. Owen let out a hearty chuckle, pulling me into him for yet another mind-blowing kiss. "Be right back," he finally whispered, letting me go. I stood there for a moment, dizzy from his kiss. Thunder boomed again, but the lights stayed bright. I had completely forgotten about the balcony doors until I heard Owen closing them. I smiled as I wrapped myself up in a towel, knowing he was making sure the room was warm for me.

It was bitter. Asher broke the kiss, looking at Calantha’s blush face. She gasped, could feel the burning passion as she looked into his beautiful amber eyes. The smeared lipstick stains that their kiss had created made Asher look silly. Calantha pursed her lips, looked down at his chest. But Asher grabbed her chin, forcing her to raise her head, looking into his gaze. The smeared lipstick stain had more attraction to Calantha than Asher’s sharp eyes. Calantha found it amusing, she smiled at first, but when Asher did not take any decisive action to stop her; she laughed out loud.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.