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Kana breath loudly while Emperor Sunwoo kiss his forehead. "You think that is enough to make a baby? We should do this often."

I was swimming in pleasure as he decided to move slowly while kissing me. "Fuck Khalil," I whimpered as he finally left my lips to suck on my neck. At this point, he could give me a hickey. "Yes baby," He answered in a husky deep tone, and, for some reason, that turned me on the more. My face turned and could explode at the cute endearment as he kept on attacking my neck. Why was I doing this? Why was I enjoying it so much? "I don't give girls flowers! I'll give you good wood tho-"

Aiden leaned in closer his lips tantalised close to hers “Don't stop staring, love. I'm all yours to stare at all day,” he whispered while his breath remained hot against Kiara's cheek. Her heart fluttered as he closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Kiara's hands snaked around his neck while she began to pull him closer as she surrendered to the moment. Her body thrummed with desire and her mind lost in the ecstasy of his touch. She was utterly consumed by her love for Aiden, her heart swelled with the knowledge that he was finally hers once more.

Their tongues engage in a fierce battle for dominance as he rolls her beneath him. He breaks the kiss, staring into her eyes before trailing kisses down her neck, his hands exploring her body. He feels every muscle awakening, his arousal growing. The sensation drives Kiara wild, and she grabs his hand, pressing it against her face before kissing him deeply. But Zane wants more. His hand travels to her gown, reaching her thighs. Kiara shuts her eyes, waiting until his fingers find her pussy, stroking its lips and gathering her wetness. As he slides a finger in, she moans softly before pulling his hand away.

I could feel the anticipation in the air as I whispered softly, "Kiss me, Bas." Without a moment's hesitation, he closed the gap between us and pressed his lips to mine. Our kisses deepened, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance, exploring every part of each other’s mouths. I was intoxicated by his kisses, lost in the moment, craving more of him. Memories of our time in the orphanage flooded back, igniting a sense of longing and desire deep within me. “Ugghhh, I want you,” Bas groaned between kisses, his desire evident in the intensity of his touch. He gently pressed me against the wall, his hands exploring my body with urgency.

igan to keep me warm from the cool fall breeze. My hair was lightly curled and fell around my shoulders, only pinned on one side with a lily hair piece to keep my hair out of my face. I rarely wore makeup, but I was wearing a little mascara and lip gloss. We talked for a little while as we walked hand-in-hand down the city streets. There were so many people swarming around us that I wasn’t worried about being seen by those we knew because we blended in with the crowd. Then, Enzo stopped walking and stared up at the building that sat beside us. I frowned, looking up at it as well, and then I gasped as realization dawned on me. “Chinese?!” I gasped. He laughed and nodded. “I figured we could d

I pulled her closer, urgency lacing my voice, “Kiera, kiss me.” Her eyes widened in shock, “What?” “I want you to kiss me,” I said, my tone commanding, leaving no room for debate. Before she could protest, I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine. The kiss ignited like a fuse, raw and passionate. Our mouths moved together as if they were meant to be, her warmth enveloping me. My tongue slid against hers, exploring the depths of her sweetness, and I felt her body responding instinctively, as she locked her arms around my neck. My hand roamed her back, my fingers seeking the curves of her body, pulling her closer as the world around us faded away. Every taste, every sensation heightened the d

The kiss was supposed to be fake. But it wasn’t. She felt it. In her magic. In her wolf. It had surged forward in the moment, stretching against her skin, trying to claw its way out and toward him. A full shift hovered dangerously close, barely leashed. She hated how much she liked the way his hands felt on her waist. Hated that she still wanted more. The envoy finally turned away, satisfied for now. But Lyra couldn’t stop shaking. “You didn’t have to kiss me like that,” she snapped once they were alone in the corridor.

Her head tilts back slightly, a silent invitation, and I lean in, my mouth claiming hers with a ferocity that leaves no room for doubt. The kiss is a storm of longing and relief, a storm of pent-up emotion finally unleashed. My lips crush against hers, a desperate melding. I taste her, wild and sweet, and the world outside Mia’s room ceases to exist. My tongue plunges into her mouth, tracing the soft curves, exploring every warm recess, battling hers for dominance in a playful, fiery dance. This isn’t just a kiss; it’s a reunion.

CHARLOTTE’S POINT OF VIEW. The kiss is anything but gentle. Instead, it breaks into me, stealing the breath from my lungs until I feel the need to come up for air. Adonis grabs me, hands feeling my body all around until my skin comes alive under his touch. To my surprise, I don’t push him away. I pulled him closer……not because of the cameras, or the people around us……but because I want to kiss him like this. The reality strikes me hot; Adonis tenses under my fingertips when I reach for the back of his neck.