Novel & Cerita Christmas Kisses Ariana

So, Bryan didn't have to be bothered again. The woman smiled crookedly, "Your harsh reality is like the one in that photo, Bryan!" "What do you mean?!" "This story, between First Love or First Kiss!" he pauses, "and only Paula, who can be the key to all of these questions, Bryan!" Bryan cleared his throat softly, breaking the awkwardness surrounding them. "Sorry, I can't believe you!" The woman's smile faded at once. But a second later, she smiled sweetly at Bryan again. "Forget all this, Bryan! They were little kids then, who didn't understand kissing."

She had never thought words like that could make her hot and wet so quick. Francis leaned down and claimed her lips instantly earning a moan from her. Her brains literally went off from his sensational touch and heart melting kisses. She loved his kisses although they literally made her loose her sanity. He shoved his tongue into her mouth which she gladly accepted, she wrapped her arms around his neck wanting to taste him more and better.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

Ariana gasped into my mouth, her hands tightening in my shirt as if she was still trying to decide whether to push me away or pull me closer. For a moment she resisted, her body stiff against mine. Then she broke. With a shaky whimper, she kissed me back fiercely, her tongue sliding against mine. The proper, strict Professor Kane melted in my arms. Her hands moved up to my neck, fingers threading through my hair as she pressed her body against me. I could feel the soft swell of her breasts against my chest, her nipples hard through her thin blouse. “Alex…” she breathed between kisses, her voice trembling. “We shouldn’t… this is wrong…”

Aria didn't hesitate. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe it wasn't. She didn't care. "Riri," Aria whispered, voice warm and sticky like summer nectar. "Kiss me." Riri blinked. A jolt ran through her shoulders. "Aria —" "Kiss. Me." Aria's voice curled with command, but it wasn't cruel. It was a plea wrapped in silk. Her glowing eyes locked onto Riri's, unfazed by the rare form. "Say my name."

His actions left her paralyzed; she could neither kiss back or push him away; she only stared wide-eyed and felt the sweet taste of his lips on hers. He broke the kiss fast, glanced at her one more, then let go of her and left the room without another word. Arianna was still in amazement as she gently stroked her lips and tried not to flush; she had been kissed by someone else except Valentin and that was bad. She had loved it, yeah, she had liked the way he kissed her since it caused her lower tummy to feel sparks and a tickling feeling. It seemed inappropriate. She had hardly understood the circumstances when a knock on the door opened and a middle-aged woman came in.

“Kiss. Real one, I mean. Not some truth-or-dare trash from school. Not the ones forced on me at events to keep up appearances. That was… the first one I chose.” He gripped the steering wheel tighter. Ariana Westbrook. Heiress. Wild child. Private school scandal magnet. That Ariana? She turned her head toward him with a small smirk, reading his thoughts. “Shocking, right?” He gave a short laugh through his nose but said nothing. He was twenty-eight. She was eighteen. Ten years and a whole world apart. And he had kissed her. Not just kissed. Devoured. Let himself feel. It could never come out. No one could know…not her father, not the agency, not even himself if he could help it. He wasn’t her

The heavenly taste burst inside her mouth as the chocolate melted like butter on her tongue, and she nearly moaned at how great it was. Kayden's eyes darkened, and his throat felt dry as he watched her face full of delight and how she closed her eyes when she ate the chocolate. “Don't you think a kiss on the cheek lacks sincerity? I want a kiss on the lips,” he said, and Aria's eyes flew open. “Wh—what?” She asked in confusion. “I want a kiss on the lips,” he repeated. Aria's heart skipped a beat, but she took a deep breath and leaned closer before pressing her lips onto his.

“Ariana, I love you. I didn't try to fall in love with you. It…it…it…just happened. I fell in love with you when I watched you through the glass walls of your office, leading a meeting. I fell in love with your laughter, your courage, your determination, and your will to live…I just needed to open my eyes and see what a wonder was before me” Ariana began to sob quietly, her shoulders shaking. My heart ached for her, and I moved closer, wrapping my arms around her. She looked up at me, her emerald green eyes glistening with tears. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Before I could even catch my breath, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. Time seemed to

"Ariana, look, I respect that you are bi and I’m totally fine with it, but . . . I don't like you like that. You see, I am more into dicks." Was I doing it right? Her face saddened and she looked down at her curvy frame. "You don't think I’m pretty?" I shook my head vigorously. "Nonono, you're very pretty. Beautiful. Gorgeous. But I don't—” Ariana pressed closer and I didn't know what to do when her boobs pressed against mine. I mentally screamed at Ethan to help me. "Then prove it. Kiss me." I held her shoulders, to pull away from her but instead, she held my arms. "No, Ariana. I’m not going to kiss you just because of—”