Dark Blue Kiss English Translation 소설 & 이야기

“Loving you feels like drowning. Every time I think I’ve reached the surface, you pull me back under.” His eyes darkened, and in two long strides, he closed the distance between them. His hands cupped her face gently, his touch trembling like he feared this would be the last time. “Then let me teach you to breathe underwater,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers in a ghost of a kiss. Blue’s heart thundered. Every rational thought screamed at her to push him away, to run, to save herself from the chaos that was Sebastian Blackwood. But her body betrayed her, leaning into him, craving the warmth she had missed so much.

Her hand opened and closed against her thigh. “First, I’m going to taste that pretty little cunt of yours, take you to the brink and then bring you down again.” I let my voice grow deeper. “I’m going to do that until you are begging me to let you come.” Wakely’s breathing picked up. “You will only come when I tell you to come…understood?” I asked her. She nodded as she licked her lips again. “Use your words.” “Y—yes.” “Good girl.” As soon as those words left, her eyes dilated even more.

“You’re my everything, Kai. We heal together.” Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a desperate refuge, their bodies entwining as they fell back onto the cot. Her hands gripped his shirt, his fingers tracing her skin, their love a fire that burned through their shared pain. The night became theirs, a sanctuary of whispered vows and tangled limbs, their bond a flame that defied the city’s chaos. Gianna’s voice was soft, fierce, as they lay together. “We’re unbreakable, Castellano.”

Moving towards their rhythm, a slow dance that slowly turned ravenous when he darted his tongue into my mouth. Sweetness from dark cherries and bitterness from chocolate, dampness seeped through the shorts as I eagerly danced my tongue along his. There was something electrifying about the kiss, bolts of lightning shooting through my veins and scoring my skin in the fire. Suddenly my eyelids shot open, staring into pitch-black orbs that was utterly hypnotizing and wicked. Lazarus tugged on my bottom lip before letting go, grinning cheekily. “I missed you too darling. A little greedy to show me how much aren’t you.”

His features were flawless—his dark skin, full lips, and soulful eyes complemented by his curly, chocolate-brown hair. "Kiss me," Aria said impulsively, her voice a breathy whisper filled with yearning. James’s lips curled into a smirk, and without hesitation, he lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was passionate and consuming, igniting a fire within her that seemed to blaze brighter with every second.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

​“O...okay, but promise me that...” ​“Screw it,” I heard Draven say before he grabbed my cheeks and leaned into a rough kiss, covering my lips with his as he pressed my body against the wall. I grabbed his shirt and was about to pull away when he bit my bottom lip so hard I gasped in pain. Draven, being Draven, used this chance to slip his tongue inside and press his body against mine. I tried my best not to give in and break down on the floor.

The three of them connected by phone, no words now, just the sound of breathing and the city waking up around them in the way it woke up every morning, indifferent to everything happening on this particular street. "We go in," Elena said. "We go in," Alexander said. They moved toward the door together. Elena's hand found Alexander's in the dark space between one step and the next. Not strategy. Not performance. Just her hand finding his because it had started to understand where it belonged. He held it for exactly two seconds. Then they reached the door. Alexander looked at her one final time. She nodded. He knocked. Three times. Deliberate. Unhurried.

“All my problems were so small and inconsequential there. You can feel the eons there, and it just puts everything into perspective. Plus, the stars at night are absolutely breathtaking.” “I've never been there,” I said with a shrug. “The pictures look amazing, though.” “The pictures don't do it justice.” His hazel focus came back to me. “I'll take you there someday.” A flutter went through my stomach at the casual reference to us seeing one another after this trip. “I'd like that,” I replied honestly. “I really, really would.” He grinned and moved to kiss me. His kiss tasted faintly of mustard, but I still thought it was wonderful. I treasured that mustard kiss like it was gold.

Amara POV: Viktor Dragovic wants to make a deal with me? That’s fucking hilarious. I’ve killed men with more brains and less ego. He thinks tossing money and whispers my way will get my attention? He has no idea who he’s playing with. Still, I couldn’t help but grin as I stared at the encrypted message glowing on the screen: “The Devil offers a meeting. Midnight. Iron Citadel.” Drama much? I leaned back on the hotel couch, swirling cheap whiskey in a glass. My black boots were muddy from last night’s kill, blood still crusted on the laces. I hadn’t bothered cleaning them. Why would I? The mess was half the art.