Bunk'd Griff And Zuri Kiss Mga Nobela at Kwento

I continue to cry still, hearing him groan as I feel his fingers filtering into my hair. Swiftly, he lifts my head and silences me with a soft smash of his lips against mine. A jolt of electricity runs a rampaging current from the point where our lips connect, and down my curling toes. He presses harder, scolding me to quit my cries and part my lips for him to ensure I do so. But Zorien abruptly breaks the kiss, breaking into a cough. While my mind sways around in a daze, I hear him growl as she speaks angrily, “Your energy has fused too intimately with mine, and it’s bubbling ecstatically inside of you- pup?”

“And this moment is true.” We both looked at each other without even blinking our eyes. In a second, every moment of ours rushed back through me as if I suddenly remembered the memories that I forgot. He brought his fingers close to my cheek and stroked it, saying “I was never fake with you. I even showed you my vulnerable side which I could not show to anyone. Just trust me on this.” My heart fluttered and my emotions overwhelmed me with his gentle touch on my face. Then his eyes landed on my lips, which already started to shiver. He rested his forehead against mine, which erupted butterflies in my stomach. He said “Serena, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have forced a kiss on you.”

And my thighs quiver at the sensation. I squeeze my eyes and try to think of repulsive things. I have to douse the fire burning in my core else I may just start humping his hand right there. A week old pizza. Three days old porridge. I hated porridge. This should do it. I concentrate hard on the porridge and yes it has all that mold on it, and all that— His hands gives me the friction I desperately need. My knees buckle and his lips capture mine in another consuming kiss. I moan.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

“I'm one second away from breaking one of my rules for you, Delbar.” She chuckled, eyes still closed, as she whispered back to his ears. “Let me guess, the no office sex rule?” He grinned. “That one.” “I came specifically for that, Zaki.” She teased him. “I'm not wearing underwear.” He froze, eyes darkened as he slowly grabbed her ass. He tugged up her face and was about bringing down his lips to her when a small rap on the door interrupted him. He cursed in Arabic, and let her go, but didn't move away.

He had kissed me before, but this kiss was nothing like that. We broke our kiss when we were out of breath, Zuriel chuckled. “You are so, so amazing. I can’t get enough of you.” Well, we would see that. As liking a person didn’t guarantee that you would also like him/her without clothes. Zuriel’s loving gaze was fixed on me, I tried to keep my breath steady as his fingers reached the zip of my dress. He leaned in as the zipper went down and kissed my bare shoulder, repeating the same process with the other one.

My bare feet slipped on wet stone and Femi caught me before I went over the edge into the dark. Zuri's face was grey. Her blind eyes were half-open. Her breathing was the shallow, rapid panting of a body running out of time. The wound across her chest was a diagonal slash from collarbone to rib, deep enough to see the white flash of bone. Femi's hands were red to the wrist. "Zuri." I knelt beside her. "I need to touch the wound." Her lips moved. I leaned closer. "If you let me die," she whispered, "I will haunt you. And I am an incredibly annoying ghost."

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

Zuri POV: Yes, his letting me take over. I pull away from the kiss, kissing him on his neck and as he groans out I bite him "Fuck" he groans "I'll need you to lower your pants for me" I whisper seductively in his ear and surprisingly he does that. I step off him and he starts unbuckling his pants leaving himself in his boxers "And the briefs sir" I point towards them "What your teeth don't work " he smirks

"Who says I’ll let you mark me first, Maybe I’ll mark you first." I pouted, "but I’ve waited for so long." "Yes, but I deserve it more. You did put me through a lot in the beginning." Zuri said, winking at me. I sighed, "fine. You can mark me first." "Good." Zuri said, "now, pull over; I need to kiss you again, and I can’t do that while we’re driving." Was I turning into Rain? Because bossy Zuri was actually turning me on. Nah, I could never be as whipped as he was.