Drarry Kissing Novels & Stories

Long before the boat was tied down or even fully finished stopping, he was jumping from the side of the boat and onto the dock. I ran to him, throwing my arms around him and holding onto him for dear life. He pulled me into him, kissing my hair. I breathed in the scent of him, mixed with ocean and sweat, but taking every inch of him in with my senses to know he was really here and this wasn't a dream. “Charlotte,” he whispered, pressing his lips against mine and making sure I was real, too. He was firm and real, and clinging to me as strongly as I clung to him.

I'm Yvette, the parrot but he knew that everything might go wrong. I stared at his eyes and I was met with a command which I had no other choice but to follow. I wanted to say something and before I could take in another breath,his lips crashed onto mine—hot, demanding, tasting faintly of wine and something darker. The room, the crowd, the music dissolved as his thumb stroked my jaw and his other hand locked at the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wanted me.

"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.

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

Dhara unlocked the door and came out. "Stop your drama and give whatever you want to give me." Her words stopped in between when she felt his lips over her. Did he mean this kiss? She closed her eyes tightly. "In front of all, you gave me. Now it's my turn" Dhruv mumbled and kissed her again making her all numb. "See you evening sweetheart" saying so, he left for the office as she smiled and closed her face with her hands. F* ends. Dhara rolled her eyes hearing about their moment.

However she never fails to take me off guard. People usually assume we fuck but the truth is totally opposite.We fight like feral enemies then eventually make up with alcohol. I groaned, looking down at my problem before freeing myself off my pants and wrapped my fingers around it. How embarrassing of you Drax.Turned on by a short kiss? What are you, a teenager?

Darren winked at me, seeing the hide of pink on my cheeks as i watched him throat fuck a women. "Come on, people...don't just stand," Tara spoke, suddenly pressing a kiss to Darren's lips. She trailed her fingers over the girl, chucking her off; she yanked at the girl's hair before pressing the girl's mouth even firmer on daren's cock as she fucked the girls mouth Daren. Her breast pressed against his back. “I. Fuck. Wanna do this?.” I asked Damon, who was already rubbing against his cock through his pants, while I tried to control my laboured breaths

This allowed me to turn over and for Darius to laugh as he lay down between us. I give him a cuddle and then when he pulls back; I attack him, covering him in kisses. I laugh along with him as he says, “Daddy, Daddy help… Mummy’s torturing me with kisses…” “Sorry, little man…” Zachariah chuckles. I stop kissing him and look into his eyes. He smiles and nods his head. We both then move. Darius turns over and I lift him up a little so that he can then cover his face with sloppy kisses. I laugh harder as he then says between breaths and kisses,

“Geez. If you think that was me flirting, you seriously need to learn a few things, buddy.” “You’re right,” he murmured, moving in closer. So close. “I suck at flirting. I’m much better at just plain kissing.” And he swept his mouth against mine.

Drake kissed Cynthia like his life depended on it. he pinched her butt when she wasn´t reciprocating making her let out a small moarn that gave him access deeper into her mouth, Cynthia snapped and began to return it with equal hunger, she wanted him, her small hands roamed over his chest then to the face and then behind his head tugging his hair.