Camilo 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…

Mirabel heard his question as her eyes were glued to his, it felt like she was hypnotized, she didn't know what to say or do anymore. "Answer me!" Axel said as he noticed her silence, he was damn annoyed, he wasn't her type?? "Yes, I said so, you aren't my ty...mm" Mirabel couldn't complete her words as she suddenly felt Axel's lips on hers. The kiss was wild as he nibbled her lips roughly, giving her no space or time to catch her breath. Mirabel was surprised at the sudden action, she couldn't breathe, so she tapped on his shoulders to show her discomfort but Axel didn't pay heed to her protests, he was angry, jealous, and pissed.

" His voice was flat and toneless. She looked at Rosé who was wrapped in Xavier's arms. "Rosé." "Milla." Camilla rolled her eyes. She hated being called that and Rosé knew, that perfectly well. Xavier was the only one who was a bit confused as to what was happening. Damian sighed and Camilla stretched a hand towards Xavier for a handshake. "Nice to meet you in person Mr. Monterosa." Xavier took her hand and shook it gently. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss..?" "Winters. Camilla Winters." They let go of each other and

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

I had been skeptical right from the beginning but right now, I was even more skeptical than before. It wasn't that I didn't want Klein, I did but the idea of causing Thalia harm made me feel a certain way. She was a she-wolf like me with desires and dreams, her only crime was that she fell in love with the Wolf I was in love with. I heard Selene laughing as she walked back into the kitchen accompanied by a tall Man. "Mirabel, this is Cameron, he's a professional hitman. Cameron, this is Mirabel." "A hitman?" My eyes widened in shock.

Then a deep and sexy voice rumbles "what the fuck do you think your doing". it's Damien and he's staring right at me literally burning a hole through my body and I feel exposed and embarrassed, I try to cover up but he just keeps staring at me...... does he really think all this is my fault of course he does everyone does.

“Since you want to deny it so much. Permit me to show them what we did.” Mirabelle's confusion grew imminent. Damien clapped once. The large screen behind the platform lit up, and a video played. Oh. My. lord. Kissing sounds came, and they showed. Damien and Mirabelle taking each other's clothes off. Mirabelle was bold, her eyes filled with lust as she teased him. Her moans grew louder every second. Mirabelle’s jaw dropped in shock. “Turn it off!” she screeched, tears welling up. “I said turn it off now!”

"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.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

Their eyes drop, and I walk past them, heading upstairs to my room. Celine is already there, sitting beside my packed bags. Her small, sad smile hits me like a punch. She saw my message. She always does. “You got my text,” I say softly. She ignores that. “Are you leaving forever?” “I hope not.” I laugh, though it sounds wrong to my own ears. She doesn’t fall for it. She pulls me into a tight hug. “If he’s bad to you, I’ll kill him,” she whispers, voice thick with held-back tears.