Darling Just Kiss Me Slow Novels & Stories

She looked like a tiny doll that might shatter with just a whisper. The moment I entered, she slowly turned her head toward me. "Sweetheart," I murmured, taking her hand. She gave me a faint, radiant smile, her pale face so heartbreakingly beautiful. I blinked back the tears that blurred my vision, struggling to hold myself together. Molly deserved a happy ending, even if it was just these final moments. I forced a smile, despite the ache in my chest. She lifted her hand, resting it gently on my arm. "Mom, don't cry," she whispered, blinking at me. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Even if that something was twisted as hell. I pulled my phone from my pocket. Gloves left a red smear across the screen. Dialed the number. They picked up on the second ring. “It’s done,” I said, leaning back against the wall behind me. The cold wind bit at my skin, but I didn’t feel it. Not anymore. “Dmitri?” the voice on the other end asked. “Dead,” I said. “And his palace? Let’s just say it got a bit of a facelift.”

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

Unlike the first kiss, this one was a bit in an haste, as if both of them have longed longed for each other. Francis placed his lips on her cheek, trailing kisses from her cheek to her neck to her shoulder. The little moan that came out from Ella lips roused me more, he wished she was in his room where he'd had taken off her clothes but he knew it wasn't needed and he had to take everything slowly. With Ella, her kisses set him ablaze as fast as possible. He stopped trailing kisses on her and he placed his forehead on hers, both of his hands cupping her face.

Quick and genuine. Then he looked at Alexander. The two of them looked at each other across the kitchen of a stone house upstate on a Tuesday morning and said nothing for a long moment. Elena did not fill the silence. Neither did Catherine from the doorway. "I did not know you existed," Alexander said finally. "I know," Daniel said. "Until last night." "I know," Daniel said again. "I am sorry for how you found out. There was not a clean way to tell you and I chose the fastest one available given the circumstances."

He grabbed her hand and put it over his chest and said, “Charlotte, my heart only beats for you. If you don’t believe me, at least listen to my heart.” Charlotte blinked her eyes in confusion, but she gradually stopped struggling. Seeing that she starting to believe him, Darren held her face and kissed her more passionately. As they kissed, they had each other in a tight embrace, and their beating hearts were the only thing that they could hear. It was as if nothing else mattered but them. They were so close and so in love. While Darren was indulging himself in their kiss, he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the tip of her tongue. Darren let go of Charlotte at once. Her bright eyes were misty a

---------------------------------------------------------- You can kiss me in the moonlight.. On the rooftop under the sky, or You can kiss me with the windows open While the rain comes pouring inside Kiss me in sweet slow motion Let’s let everything slide You got me floating, you got me flying…! “This Kiss” by Faith Hill. ----------------------------------------------------------

(Play "Perfect by Ed Sheeran" I found a love for me Darling just dive right in And follow my lead Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet I never knew you were someone waiting for me. Cause we were just kids when we fell in love. He approached me while singing. I just stared into his eyes as my heart pounded at it. Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But Darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is an I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine

' I can't help but smile at him as he keeps singing, staring into my eyes. "Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me Cause we were just kids when we fell in love Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow Your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine" The bell rings all of a sudden and he stops singing, his lips pursing into a pout, making me laugh. "It's okay, you can sing it to me later," I say. He nods and stares at my lips, making my heart start beating fast.

The crowd behind us dissolved into a hush, their whispers carried on the thrum of the bass. The kiss deepened before I realised it. It wasn’t frantic — no, it was slow, deliberate, almost possessive. Darryl tilted his head, angling me closer, and I let him. My pulse hammered in my ears, but my mind was clear, razor-sharp. Every movement, every touch was intentional. This wasn’t the cocaine. This wasn’t the alcohol. It was me. The warmth of him pressed into me, his lips coaxing mine in a rhythm that stole the air from my lungs. And I kissed him back — fully, wholly — because why should I pretend I didn’t want to?