Novel & Cerita Darling Kiss Me Slow

As soon as he's out the door, her hell begins. "Do I look nice, hon?" Klarisse gave a little twirl as Kendra looks at her. She had her hair done for today, made sure to wear the right amount of perfume and make up to accentuate her already beautiful face. She wears that LV dress she bought the other day, feeling the need to a dress up for her husband's homecoming. He has been away for two months now for a business trip in Hongkong. And she terribly missed him, she will make sure that he won't let her go after tonight's dinner.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

I softly breathe, sliding my arms around his neck, forcing him to lean in and kiss me. His warm lips connect to mine, sending me spiraling into a wildfire with every inch of my body filling with a much-needed passion that has been missing for the past two weeks. I feel a radiating spark as his soft, warm, and inviting lips gently caress mine. My hands slide up the side of his body, slowly sliding his shirt up and revealing his toned and tanned muscles. Our lips continue to collide like two oceans connecting as he holds himself up and slides his arms underneath his shirt, pulling it off. He inhales, taking a deep breath while pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it off to the side. Of

“Together is the only place I want to be.” Their lips met in yet another slow, passionate kiss, the kind that spoke of both longing and deep affection. As the kiss deepened, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in their private sanctuary. Damien’s hands slid down her back, pulling her closer, while Seraphina’s fingers tangled in his hair, drawing him even deeper into their kiss. With a sense of urgency that belied the slow pace of their kiss, Damien scooped Seraphina into his arms and carried her to his bedroom.

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."

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.

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.”

He lingered a second too long, his thumb grazing her cheekbone, and that was all it took—her control, his restraint—gone. Damon leaned in, slow, deliberate, giving her every chance to pull away. She didn’t. Couldn’t. His mouth met hers, not with the violence she expected, but with a careful hunger that shattered her from the inside out. The kiss wasn’t deep, not yet—it was a claim, a test, a question all at once. Ava’s fingers curled into fists at her sides. She should push him away. She didn’t. Instead, she leaned in—just enough to answer him back.

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

She shivered. Dante leaned in, kissing her slowly this time. A real kiss. Not the usual rushed, not the usual wild, and not the usual greedy type. A slow drag of lips that made her toes curl and her stomach drop. His hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer like he wanted her body flush against his. She clung to his shoulder, making a quiet sound she didn’t mean to make. He smirked slightly against her lips. “You hear yourself?” “Shut up,” she breathed out.