Novel & Cerita Cardcaptor Sakura Syaoran Kiss

I moved closer, bringing my face inches from his. Sora raised a hand. He pressed his index finger against my lips softly. "I know what you're thinking." I grabbed hold of his wrist, eased his hand down softly onto the mattress with mine. “What am I thinking?” “Kissing me?” My mouth turned up slightly. “May I?” Sora tilted his head down. His gaze moved to my mouth, indicating permission. I bent my head to meet his once more, opening my lips. Just as our mouths met, he pulled away from the kiss sharply. A mischievous gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Don't let what they did to you break your spirit... I'm not like them. You're the most precious thing to me." Soren holds my face carefully and very gently, the sparks are so good they almost make me sigh, but I remain passive. He lowers his head and brushes his lips against mine and this feeling of affection increases, only I've really learned my lesson, so I just close my eyes and open my lips slightly, so that he can continue kissing me as he wants. Soren pulls his lips away from mine, interrupting the kiss, and I open my eyes, his expression one of dejection. He then embraces me, making my head rest on his chest, and I hear the sound of his heart beating.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

Damian studied my face, then gave a helpless laugh. "Today is our seventh mating anniversary, and you want to humiliate me in front of everyone?" "You knew perfectly well this was our seventh anniversary, and you still crossed that line tonight," I shot back. Damian did not look remotely sorry. If anything, he turned it back on me. "All because I kissed Amber and not you, you're ending our bond? It was one kiss. It meant nothing. You're the Luna. Start acting like it."

Neck? I wasn’t a teenage boy with zero experience, so why the fuck was this hard for me? Sora pulls away from me, her lips swollen and pink from the kiss. “That’s not how to kiss your girlfriend, now is it?” “I should be suing you for sexual harassment. You didn’t ask for consent and I never agreed to date you.” My hands settle around her waist almost on instinct. Her eyes flick toward the empty space behind me before returning to mine, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.

“Do you remember the anagrams in the pinball machine? Words are traps for ideas. I don’t need to say them because you already know.” “How will I know if you don’t say them?” “Because it’s our hearts that are speaking to each other.” “I see…” Sasha blushed. Normally timid, this time he bent down slightly to kiss Aki on the forehead. Aki closed her eyes at the gentle, cold touch of his lips. “You tell me this now?” she whispered. Afterwards, they both walked out of the antechamber into separate rooms and their shy glances over their shoulders were the last they ever saw of each other.

Maybe I hadn't pined for Robbie Saunders, but I had never forgotten that magical kiss. I felt him lean in, and in anticipation, I parted my lips. I was rewarded with the contact of his lips against mine, a tentative taste, almost as if to test if I were the same as I had been eleven years ago. He backed away, and I felt naked under his gaze, unable to cover myself or even see what he was doing. Then, he suddenly leaned in and kissed me again, this time passionately. His hands wrapped around my midriff, and I felt my body quest for his.

I snatched it, my gaze unwavering, holding his with an innocent expression. "Damon, stop. Please." I requested multiple times. But he didn't budge, his lips brushed against mine, a soft, slow pressure as he tried to deepen the kiss. But before he could, I brought the object down, not with force, but enough to prick his shoulder.