Novel & Cerita Dream Of Kissing Someone

A part of me, the part that was still drowning in the memory of his last kiss, was screaming for this one. “I know,” he whispered, his voice so close I could feel his breath, cool and sweet, ghost over my ear. “Let me take it. Let me have it.” It was a stupid, childish myth. That you could kiss the sickness away. But in this dream, it felt like the most profound truth. His lips were soft. Softer than I remembered. They brushed against mine once, twice, a barely-there pressure. This feels so real, I thought, lost in the hazy sweetness of it.

Unable to hold myself back, I reached up, grabbed him by the shoulders, and held on like he was my lifeline and I was drowning in the ocean. I couldn’t get enough of his kisses, or the feel of his tongue in my mouth. And when I woke up, I could still feel his lips against mine, like a phantom, lingering kiss. Damien was fully awake now. Sitting at his desk, he looked over at me. Lifting one brow, he asked, “What were you dreaming about?” In a blast of heat inside of myself, I realized that my desire for him was not limited to the dream world. Just as I had wanted to kiss him then, I still longed for it now in reality.

And…panties melted. “So.” I took a breath when I looked up at him because he stepped even closer, only a breath away. “We’re…We’re really going to…?” I turned too breathless to finish the question. He grinned wolfishly. “Oh yeah,” he answered. “We’re definitely going to.” When his lips pressed against mine, a buzz of desire ricocheted through me with startling awareness. Why were his kisses so freaking potent? I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more.

He found himself drawn to her beauty, her intelligence, and her kind heart. Suddenly, he couldn't resist the urge any longer. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips meeting hers in a gentle embrace. At first, Luna was surprised, but then she melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around David's neck. They kissed deeply, lost in their passion and their desire for each other. In the morning, David woke up, feeling both exhilarated and confused. He didn't know what to make of his dream or his feelings for Luna. But as he got dressed and headed off to work, he couldn't shake the feeling that his dream had been more than just a fantasy. He felt like it was a sign that he and Luna were meant to be

But my heart truly wishes to see him. Some guy in the pub came to me and started flirting with me, interrupting my sweet thinking about that mysterious man. I denied him. I felt light in my head and dozed off on the table. I woke up when I had that same dream of Yash kissing me on my lips. This dream is getting very regular for me. It feels so real every time. I was very confused with my feelings. I know this fantasy towards Yash is not real. But the feeling I have on that stranger is very true. Then why the hell do I dream of Yash kissing the life out of me? Why do I dream that the mysterious man is Yash?

Leaning in, he felt a rush of adrenaline as he whispered in her ear, his voice soft yet filled with longing, "I understand how you feel, I couldn't sleep too, that is why I came, I want the same thing you want". Hoping to bridge the gap between them and ignite the passion that lay dormant between them, he leaned over once more, but this time not to whisper into her ears, but to capture her lips with his, in a passionate kiss.

I needed to say something, anything. "You're soaked through," I managed to say, my voice laced with desire. My eyes locked with his, and his lips parted, conveying a shared longing. "Why did you come...?" Before I could finish my sentence, his lips pressed against mine, silencing my words. His kiss was intense, passionate, as if he had perfected the art of kissing through countless practice. We hungered for each other, aching with a desire that consumed us both. I yearned to tear his clothes off, my body craving his touch, longing for him to be inside me. The anticipation drove me to the brink of madness. What had once been a mere fantasy was about to become a reality.

It was a transformative experience, I felt the power of a tender, soft first kiss. In that precious moment, my heart whispered with anticipation, knowing that this kiss had marked the beginning of a beautiful and meaningful chapter in my life. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. Oh, God!!! He kissed me?? I must be dreaming ... I opened my eyes and saw that he was really kissing me tenderly as if I was a porcelain doll. It was a kiss that held both compassion and understanding as if he was treating me like a delicate porcelain doll, cherishing my fragility and offering a glimmer of hope.

It's my phone which is sounding loud lying on the other end of the nightstand. Who the hell is calling so early? I don't know about others, but for me, early morning sleep is very precious. I can't afford to let go of it. So I sunk into the pillow, ignoring the call. I close my eyes as drowsiness takes over my lazy ass. Fuck! I get back to the dream which I left halfway. I was having an amazing dream. A dream about kissing Christopher. Yes, I was kissing him and luckily he was kissing me back. This kiss was so different, nowhere close to normal. It was all hot and passionate. I have never felt anything like this in my entire life. His lips were so soft and delicious that I could keep kissing

West pov If someone had told me yesterday that I would be kissing my mate again today, I would have laughed in their face. I couldn’t believe it, and I still can’t. It feels like a dream, a surreal moment that defies logic and reason. But here I am, standing in the present, with her lips pressed against mine, her hands wrapped around my neck, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that speaks of both love and a deep, unspoken truth.