Camilo And Mirabel Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

“What Caleb told Marcus — about me giving the order — it’s a lie. I swear it.” She finally looked at him. “I want to believe you,” she said. “But the first kiss was a lie. The promises. The wedding. All of it. So how do I know this isn’t another story to buy my trust?” He didn’t answer with words. He stepped forward, took her face in his hands, and kissed her like a man starved for truth. And she let him. Because part of her still wanted to believe that even monsters could fall in love. ---

Kaya asked with her attentive look. - Because... I keep thinking about my parents. They would be so... disappointed. I just came to study and here I am... deflowered and... - in love. Kaya finished. You are in love with him, Kaya. - Yes, it's true, but I'm married. - No, Mirabelle, it's me who's married. Kaya replied. - Nice try. Mirabelle replied with a sad smile. - It's true, Mirabelle. Forget everything and... Just know that you're in love with that man across the room and you have to enjoy what time you have left like your life depended on it.

I said and turned to go to my room. Since the night that I gave her a kiss by her door, we have been having our meals together and when no one is looking I steal a few kisses from her. Oh so I thought until I saw Maria catch us one day. She has been over the moon but, the sweetest part is Mika sometimes pulls me back for a longer kiss. That girl has me feeling and doing some strange things I never saw or thought I would do.

The bed lightly taps the wall as the excitement inside of him forces a harder thrust. He tilts his head toward my neck, quickly connecting his lips to me and lightly biting down. “Careful, Romeo!” I argue as his soft sucking on my neck brings warmth to my already flushed face. “I don’t want any hickeys.” The sound of his lips smacking together as he pulls away gives me this feeling that he left one anyway. He quickly leans back in, forcing the wildfire inside of me to grow out of control as he continues to suck on my neck, his lips soft and tingly.

I stood up from the chair and looked at the sky adoringly. "I love fireworks... Did you plan it?" I asked without taking my eyes of it. I gasped when my name erupted on the sky with glowing golden light. I clasped my hands on my mouth when i read. "WILL YOU MARRY ME" In bold letters. I turned around and saw Alex on his knees in front of me. Ring box in his hands while he is looking at me adoringly. "Tell me Bellissima, will you marry me?" He asked.

Mira looked away shyly as her hand was still hung in his neck. “I am no gay” he kissed Mira. “I am driving with my wife”. Craig raised his hand in surrender and drove off. “Where do we go from here?” Mira asked, rubbing his hair. Gerald placed his hand around her waist. “I don’t know baby, anywhere with you I want to go”. Mira smiled and led him to her car. “You are still driving this car” Gerald smirked. “Yes, and that’s not all. I can drive now”. She winked at him.

But most of all, I tell him that I'm sorry he's not free to live a different life, a life free of darkness, away from the cartel. When I try to break the kiss, he stops me. His hand goes to the back of my head, cupping me. He crushes me to him, pressing his lips hard against mine, taking what I was offering and then so much more. Andres' kiss is desperate as he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. When I try to pull back again his other arm slides across the back of my shoulders and he anchors me against him, forcing me to accept his kiss. I taste his desperation mixed with dominance and rising passion. And while my body quickly responds to his demand, like in the shower, my mind rebels.

"Wh-what-?" He suddenly placed his hands on either side of her head before she could finish her sentence, and gazed intently at her. His right hand caressed her face and traveled down to her lips, then rested on her chin. He tilted her chin up and covered her lips with his, kissing her so passionately. Mirabel, who was stunned by his sudden action, stood motionless and didn't kiss him back. His face puckered as he didn't get any reaction from her and he broke the kiss.