Chef's Kiss 소설 & 이야기

His hand flew to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. “Rafael—” He didn't wait for a reply. He claimed my mouth in a kiss that wasn't a question—it was a demand. It was frantic, hungry, and heavy. It wasn't the tentative, careful kiss from before. This was an invasion. Nanghina ako. The raw power behind his lips was overwhelming. Mapaghanap ang bawat halik niya, nakakapaso, tila ba sinusubukan niyang bawiin ang lahat ng oras na nasayang sa pagitan namin. I could taste the salt of his skin and the faint, bitter hint of the whiskey he must have had on the flight, mixing with the sheer, unadulterated need.

Kung hindi lang ako nakahilig sa may lababo ay baka mapaupo na ako sa sobrang panghihina! Lazarus turned me around, he didn't wait for another second and he hurriedly attacked my ready lips. Hindi na ako makasunod sa bawat halik niya. He is dominating the kiss. Na para bang wala na akong karapatang sumagot sa mapangahas niyang mga halik. A soft moan escaped from me when he touched my peak. Kahit naka balot pa din ako ay dama ko na ang init ng kanyang kamay at katawan.

nilingon ko ang lalaki sa gilid ko at ganun din siya, ngumiti siya sa akin, sino nga ba ito? "Hi, what was your name again? You can call me Christian. Pleased to meet you." he said, flashing his beautiful smile and a wink. Right, the Restaurateur. "Hello, I'm Ciela Luna, just Ciel." He smiled widely showing his perfect pearl white set of teeth, and I was in awe. Gosh, how come every man sitting here at this table is so gorgeous? "Wow, such a nice name, a deadly combination of sky and moon," he said.

Hindi naman siya nag-atubi to kiss him back with the same ferocity and desire. Wala na siyang pakialam sa iisipin nito. She's like a wanton woman na hindi kayang pigilan ng sinoman. Drake kisses her lips, down to her breast at sinipsip ang kaniyang naninigas na mga ut*ng at parang gutom na gutom na sanggol habang ang mga kamay nito ay busy sa naglalawa niyang kweba sa baba. Ibinuka niya pa lalo ang kaniyang mga hita para mabigyan laya si Drake sa gusto nitong gawin.

sagot niya, tila ba walang bigat sa sinabi niya. Napailing si Lewis. “So instead of pancake, we’re making—” Itinuro nito ang kawali kung saan unti-unting humuhulas ang cheese sa ibabaw ng ginisa nilang pasta. “Ano ‘to? Gourmet cooking na pala agad?” “I want to test your patience,” sagot ni Cali, hindi mapigilang matawa nang makita ang bahagyang dismayado pero amused na ekspresyon sa mukha ni Lewis.

Vivianne asks, but Zeke suddenly orders the chef to serve the dessert. The chef nods; meanwhile, Vivianne and Zeke continue to eat and converse. After an hour eh natapos na rin ang tepanyaki. The chef had already left, while Zeke started opening the wine, as they paused. “You know, you’re really pretty tonight…” Zeke says before handing the cup to Vivianne, intentionally brushing his fingers off of hers. “You know, Mr. Connor, you’re such a flirt…” Vivianne replies, making Zeke laugh. “I really like you, Vivs, or may I say, Vivi ko?” Zeke says in a cheesy way, making Vivianne laugh at the corny joke.

Pero agad din niyang tinakpan ng determinasyon. “Then I’ll just have to make you want it.” he said, steady, dangerous. And when his lips finally captured mine—hindi ko na alam kung panalo ba ako o tuluyan nang natalo. --- Damian’s POV The kiss was fire. Possessive, claiming, undeniable. She tasted of defiance and fear, but also of surrender. When she didn’t pull away, I knew. She was mine. Not tomorrow. Not someday. Now. Always.

And what surprised me even more, was the realization that her kiss is so fu****g good! Muntik na akong mapaungol at mapapikit but I didn't. Like what I said, I maintain my demeanor and composure. I could hear gasps and murmurs from the crowd but my focus is only for this little vixen who is clinging to me. I almost laughed because the young girl was clinging to my neck as she was trying her best to give me a good kiss. And I admit na nag-iinit ang katawan ko dahil sa kaniyang mainit na hininga. I can taste the champagne in her mouth.

Halos bumagsak ang panga ni Ivy, at si Chef Mina naman ay hindi makapaniwala sa narinig, nanlilisik ang mga mata ngunit pigil na pigil sa galit. Ngunit si Christina ay tuloy-tuloy, walang pag-aalinlangan, walang kurap—tila ba sinanay na magsinungaling habang ngumingiti. "I spent months perfecting that sauce," patuloy niya, sa eleganteng English accent na sinabayan ng mapagmataas na tindig. "It's a blend of traditional spice and technique that took me years to master. You can't just let someone—someone who used to wash potatoes in this kitchen—claim my work as hers."

His kiss was gentle and soft. “It seems like you don’t have the appetite, so take this as your appetizer,” he said before kissing me once again, but this time it became deeper and more passionate. Our kiss was suddenly cut off when I smelled something burning. “I’m so sorry, I just savored the moment,” he said with a laugh before rushing to check the food he was cooking.