Camilo X Mirabel Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

SERENA Wow! Interesting wall. No, no, interesting vase. The color, the shape… Don’t speak. “Fuck!” I let out a sigh as I couldn’t get deviated from his thoughts despite how much I tried. That moment was still playing in front of my eyes, the way he held me and looked into my eyes. “What are you thinking about?” Mira asked, standing beside me. “About the arrival of your childhood love?” “Mira!” She wiggled her eyebrows.

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

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.

He looked back up and I noticed his eyes were the perfect reflection of lust and were so dark you could mistake them for black. He wasted no time when he crushed his lips to mine and pulled me even closer as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and run my hand from the base of his neck moving upwards. I felt him shiver and then groan as he moved me even closer. I tilted my head back when I needed some air which allowed him to nibble on my neck and his other hand to go exploring just like at the picnic. "Cole." I whispered.

When she pulls away, I feel empty, needing the feel of her warm mouth on mine. “I think I like you better sucking on my lip.” She pouts. She has no inkling what that kiss did to me, to my cock. Everything with her is intense and if my dick didn’t know it before, it sure does now. “Come on, the party's over.” I say against Camilla’s lips but my message is aimed at Mirabelle and she knows it. When I rise with Camilla she does too. “You know what I want to do?” Camilla smiles at Mirabelle.

His moans and his hands on me create an intimate symphony where desire and provocation mingle and intertwine. I lean in to kiss him intensely, my lips covering his with passion, my hands exploring his muscles, his chest, his back. I feel his body vibrate beneath mine, his heat igniting me, and a delicious shiver runs through me. I play, I slow down, I speed up, modulating the rhythm of our dance, letting Gabriel follow my movements, guided by the desire I fully express.

" He kissed the corner of her lips and a moan escaped her mouth. Caspian studied her expression and was satisfied with it. He knew she hated him for all the time he went physical on her and the way he treated her but she was a sucker for his dick. No one did it better for her than him. "I want to make it up to you Camilo." He nuzzled her and she let out a moanful sigh. Her underwear was soaking and all the fear she felt for him dissolved in an instant. She was simply blown away by her arousal. "I want you to take off your cloth, get on my desk," he kissed her chin and grabbed her butt. " I want you to spread your legs and get ready for me. I'm going to suck your pussy." "Mm...ah!" Camilo moa