Camilo X Mirabel Kiss Novels & Stories

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

It's her I want. It's her I had. And I know I'll do it again. I already know it. I finally go down, my throat tight. — Hey… Camille turns around, gives me a tired smile. Élise, on the other hand, looks away. And in that gesture, there is all the guilt in the world. I smile despite myself. I broke her. And I'll do it again. ---

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.

He was so focused and I am just lucky that I am too in the song that I din't messed the lyrics for being distracted by his gazes. ''Damn, you are so lovely playing the song, Kellah.'' He whispered with so much emotions on his eyes. He is not smiling but I can see on his eyes that he is enjoying. ''What is the title of the song again?'' He asked. ''Uhm, it is 'I want to know what love is' by 1999 remaster''' I answered and smiled to him. ''It's a good song, by the way, I recorded it so that I can listen to it again, especially that it's your voice.'' He smirked.

“Oh, sweetheart. You are enough—more than enough— Ugh, Mira gasped as Celine kissed her boobs. She looked up at Mira, her mouth moved to her nipples, she pulled her bra down with her hand and her mouth covered Mira’s nipples— fast. “Oh, hush… What are you doing, Celine?” Mira tried not to moan. But Celine kept sucking and pinching Mira’s nipples. Eyes shut like it will heal her broken heart. Mira allowed her, her lips quivering as she rubbed her thighs and she tried to suppress her moans. Finally, Celine raised her head, her eyes wet from crying, and beneath them was hunger. “I want you to help me forget him, her fingers traced the next button on Mira’s shirt. She fixed her gaze on Mira’s,

“Well… who knows? You said—” I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence, but Javier had already silenced my lips with a kiss—a demanding, warm, and passionate kiss. I returned the kiss, our lips sucking and devouring each other to express our pleasure and longing. As soon as the kiss broke, Javier wiped my wet lips with his thumb. “Whether your body is curvy, slim, or whatever… I’ll still love it, because that’s you. You’re the only woman I want, Camila. So don’t ever think otherwise. I love you just the way you are, no matter what your body looks like.”

“Beautiful woman, yes. I just don't shower you with kisses now because if I don't hold back, I'll devour you.” “De-devour?” Carina spoke in a whisper, with her eyes narrowed. She couldn't see almost anything. “Please, my glasses.” Renzo approached her and felt that, despite being afraid, she was excited. She wanted him. He closed the distance between them and kissed her lightly. Clearly, Carina was inexperienced. She didn't know how to kiss. Going against everything Renzo always imagined, what he always said, he was pleased that she didn't know how to kiss. It meant he would teach her even that.

Oh God. Camila swirled a little, unknowningly revealing her long smooth leg. She was about to ask Leonardo how she looked but was immediately startled when she felt a pair of soft lips on hers. Leonardo pinned Camilla's hands against the wall, intensifying the kiss. Seeing her thighs had snapped the last restraint in him.

for hiding a child—Dragon, I realize with a sickening lurch—from his men. My gaze sweeps over the chapel. A fresco of Saint Michael, his powerful sword, is shattered by bullet holes. The man, Esteban, looms over Marisol. His white guayabera stained with dark patches that can’t be his own. He takes something from his pocket—a silver rosary, tarnished and cold-looking. His voice, drips with false concern as he slides the rosary over Marisol’s bruised wrist. “Mira qué bonita te queda, gatita (Look how pretty it looks on you, kitten).” The endearment feels like a predator’s purr.

" The passion in and desire in his eyes tells me that he will show me over and over again. Please comment and vote for me and if you want to, you can follow me on f******k and i*******m under the name M.D. LaBelle. Thank you.