Novel & Cerita Don't Delete The Kisses

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

“It was just a kiss, Laurel. Nothing will happen to you just because I kiss your lips. Trust me I am free from any infectious disease.” "You have a strange phobia." "It's not contagious," Kane retorted coldly. “Look, that kiss will just be a kiss. Like an animal that eats, farts, sleeps, drinks, a kiss becomes just a kiss. It's nothing special and nothing to worry about. You better not overreact."

She muttered while staring into his eyes and Kristen smirked as he leaned over and pressed his lips against hers, engaging her with a slowing nerve wrenching kiss. The Kiss was slow and tender and soon she found herself kissing him back while she wrapped her arms around his neck.. Kristen hovered over her as he kissed her senseless until her head had become muddled.. “ Do you still think I'm not real?”Kristen smirked as he suddenly pulled away and planted a kiss on her Cheeks.. “ I'm sorry, Kris… Please don't leave me. I won't be able to take any of that..” “ Isabelle..”

“Curious, Your Highness? Am I not allowed to surprise you?” His lips curled—not quite a smile. More like a warning. “Surprises,” he said, “usually come with a price.”

His eyes softened and he leaned to kiss my cheek gently. "Just as we need you, Dollface." Kazimir breathed against my lips. His scent was intoxicating, like the promise of something wild and dangerous just beyond my grasp. Kallum's fingers traced the curve of my cheek and leaned in for a kiss, stealing the kiss from his brother. The kiss was filled with ardor and need. "We don't want regrets the next day you wake up, Muffin," he said, his voice low and husky. He looked into my eyes as if trying to gauge my response.

Aiden looks at my eye. “Do you think she’s gonna kill me?” I take a sip of my water, catching my breath. “Definitely. But you’re doing the right thing Dan” He pats my back. “I know, I don’t give a shit” I shrug, handing him my water. “Lets finish this” Kurt says. “I’ll make a deal with you. You can agree to never speak to Kisses again, or I’ll continue to bash your face in” I cross my arms.

Their mouths melded in a tender embrace, a tableau of shared emotion and relief, a testament to the power of a kiss that needed no words to convey its depth. Time seemed to suspend itself in the breathless interlude of their kiss, their lips lingering in a communion that bore witness to the intertwining of souls. Antonio’s kiss held a fervency that spoke of pent-up emotions, a reservoir of feelings that had been contained and now surged forth in that simple yet profound gesture. A gentle collision of lips was followed by a bolder, more daring plunge, a fleeting moment of heightened connection that mirrored the urgency of their shared journey.

hugged him tightly so he reciprocated my hug even tighter. "I will miss my Honey more. I will always call you, I promise," he promised me. "Don't forget to call me, we'll always Skype, promise?" I asked him and he immediately nodded. "Please, keep your distance from Anne, I'll be really jealous if you touch each other and you flirt with her!" I swear to him. "No, promise," he promised me and raised his right hand. “Cross my heart hope to d–” I immediately cut him off and gave him a sweet kiss. "Don't say that. That's bad," I pointed out to him and was annoyed. He blinked when he realized what I did to him. "Did you just kiss me?" he asked me. I grinned at him. "Why is it not allowed?" he as

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.

It isn't like the kiss we had in the break room; this time it is full of emotions of love. As we kiss, it is like a rush of emotions. Relief, joy, and the happiness of being close again fill me up. Every kiss feels like a fresh start, wiping away the silence and bringing us back together. At that moment, it is just us, forgetting everything else. The kisses speak of saying sorry without words and a strong desire to make things right. The kiss is like a story filled with love, regrets, and the promise of better times.