Chaste Kiss Mga Nobela at Kwento

Isinantabi ko iyon at pinuna ang kaniyang pananahimik. "M-May problema ba?" I asked as soon as I caressed his side face. He sighed deeply as he just leaned his head on the side of my head. Mukha ngang may problema siya. I was about to ask but I was surprised when he suddenly embraced me with his arms which made my stomach chaos. "I love you..." he whispered and made me stunned for a moment. "Kaleb..." I couldn't continue what I'm going to say when he surprisingly sealed my lips with his torrid kiss as he is trying to deepen it.

Bago pa man siya makaalma, Khail crashed his lips onto hers. Nanlaki ang mga mata ni Mila as the sudden, forceful impact took her breath away. She tried to fight back—pumalag siya at pilit na iniwas ang mukha—but Khail’s hand immediately gripped her chin, holding her perfectly still. The kiss wasn't gentle, it was fierce and demanding, as if he was proving to her that she couldn't just walk away untouched. Slowly, the anger in his movements began to shift into something deeper and much more dangerous, leaving Mila completely overwhelmed in his embrace.

The suffocating scent of Cassandra’s expensive French perfume hung heavy in the air, a desperate snare laid out in the open lobby of the Manila Chronicle. Sensing his absolute, frozen stillness as a sign of weakness, Cassandra let out a shallow, triumphant breath. She stood high on her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and boldly pressed her lips against Zachary’s firm jawline, dragging the kiss upward until her mouth forcefully met his in a calculated, aggressive display of ownership. It was her final, frantic attempt to reclaim the man she had foolishly thrown away years ago, completely convinced that her status and beauty would ultimately make him bend to her will.

Naglakbay ang mga kamay niya, Mula sa balikat nito, patungo sa leeg, sa panga, hanggang sa labi nito. "Darating ka ba?" sabi niya dito. "Of course, I'll come to take you away," tugon ni Chaddion, saka hinalikan sa labi si Chelsea. Agad namang tumugon si Chelsea sa halik na iyon ni Chad, na naging dahilan upang lumakas ang tiyansa ni Chad. They shared a passionate kiss together. Tila ba, pareho silang nananabik sa halik ng isa't isa. Ilang minuto nilang pinagsaluhan ang halik ng isa't isa, nang biglang....

May koryente! Nang matapos ang halik, “Sorry! I didn't mean to kiss you that way. Kaya lang I want to show you how I feel.” paumanhin ni Trevor. “Don't be sorry! I treasure our connection very much.” sabi ko naman. “Sige na, Bye!”

Kinain niya ang kaniyang sinabi noong kaarawan niya na hindi na puwedeng ulitin ng binata ang paghalik nito sa kaniya, sapagkat siya mismo'y hinahanap-hanap ang mga iyon. She gently closed her eyes. Ninamnam niya ang halik nito. It was indeed a romantic kiss. They were sharing kisses inside a garden full of beautiful and blossoming flowers. There were lots of butterflies fleeing around. Sila lamang dalawa ang nandoon. It seemed like they were Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. It was a scene to behold.

I can feel the chills down to my spine when he kissed my shoulder. "What is it again, Adira?" He said in a husky voice. Pati boses niya ay gusto kong sambahin! "Is this too small for you?" He pressed himself against me. Fuck! "Answer me, baby." "N-No.." "Were you disappointed that night?" He continue teasing me. Fuck, no! "L-Lazarus please.." Hindi ko na makilala ang sarili kong boses. "Please, what?" Inilagay ni Lazarus ang iilan kong takas na buhok sa aking likod. He traced my back. Lalong namungay ang mga mata ko!

"Ci." Niyakap niya ako. Sobrang higpit, bago ko pa maituloy ang sasabihin ko. I heaved a deep sigh as I intently closed my eyes for a second, but I was taken a back the moment I opened my eyes, Chaster is looking directly at us until our eyes met. I saw how hurt at the same time sad his eyes are. The disappointment, anger, pain... are written all over his face even though he's meters away from me. Mariin kong napikit ang mga mata ko at napaiwas ng tingin when that Angel-eech suddenly showed up in front of him, and pulled her towards him and gave her a kiss on the lips.

A sharp pang of rejection hit me; he was refusing me a second time. I braced myself for the shame, but instead, he raised my hand and pressed a soft, warm kiss to my palm. "Please, make me stop while I still have my senses, Chanty." His voice was hoarse, strained with palpable self-control. His lips descended, claiming mine. Fueled by the residual alcohol, I met his kiss with equal fervor. I closed my eyes as his kiss deepened into something passionate and desperate. "Make me stop, Chant," he whispered against my mouth.

"I love you, Chloe. Mahal na mahal kita." The kiss was not frantic or desperate. It was slow and deliberate, a testament to a love that had been tested and had, in the end, triumphed. It was a long, deep, all-consuming kiss that spoke of apology, of longing, of a profound relief that they had found their way back to each other. His hands slid from her back to her waist, pulling her closer until no space was left between them. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, to the curve of her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. A soft gasp escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated need.