Drunk Kisses Mga Nobela at Kwento

Without truly thinking, I stepped toward him, sealing everything in a warm, intense kiss. Romain’s lips were tender, and I couldn’t help but yield, savoring the passion of the moment. He wrapped his arms around me, his hands sliding along my waist, drawing me closer with matching intensity. Fueled by alcohol and desire, I let myself sink deeper, carried by the surge of adrenaline.

My worries were gone. A man approached me, his eyes gleaming with playful intent. “Hey, I’m Evelyn,” I slurred, offering my hand. “Feel like getting down tonight? Don’t worry, no strings attached.” He laughed, pulling me closer. “Not so fast,” he replied with a smirk. “But you’re absolutely stunning.” His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a strange pull. Overcome with emotion and alcohol, I grabbed his neck and suddenly pulled him into a kiss.

I replay the moment, seeing it differently now I know what he had meant to do, and it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. “I don’t remember kissing you before that; I know you told me I did. I guess it’s true what they say about being drunk. Your real feelings come through when you let your guard down, and it seems I have a habit of kissing you when under the influence, or at least thinking about it.” Arrick slides his guitar off over his head, much to my disappointment, but only moves it to one side slightly so he can lean into me and kiss me fully on the mouth. Softly at first and then moving in against my face and deepening it to an open-mouthed kiss. His tongue finding mine as passion sp

“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.

Holding my face in his hand, he pulls me close and angling my body up at him as his scent floods my nostril. Slowly he leans down the smell of him overtaking me like a drug. His nose moves in slow caress touching my own, teasingly dragging along the side of it. Following the muscles in my neck, Draven plants soft kisses on my skin, Each kiss sending fire racing beneath my skin. I gasp out against him the sound sharp, surprised as I squirmed beneath him. Draven remains still as he continues his slow torturous assault with his lips, drop light sweet kiss from my neck to my nose, then to the edge of my chin, the corner of my lip, the bridge of my nose. I groaned against him.

Not when he kissed like this. His kiss put all sorts of naughty ideas, desires and wants, hurtling through my veins like a drug. I couldn't get enough and I wanted more. More than just this kiss. I pressed my chest against his, trying to soothe the ache growing at the tips of my breasts. I need more.

It was immediate, hungry, the kind of kiss that tasted like weeks of swallowed grief and unspoken want. Elias made a low, startled sound into it, hands fisting in the front of Draven's tunic, pulling him closer even as Draven crowded him back against the edge of the workstation. The kiss deepened fast. Tongues sliding, teeth grazing, breaths coming sharp and uneven.

Without thinking, he leapt into Drake’s arms, lips colliding in a desperate, consuming kiss. Drake groaned, tilting him closer, hands exploring, lips claiming, until their breaths tangled and his body pressed against Jayden’s. Every touch sparked fire, every gasp pulled them deeper as their clothes got untangled beneath the red glow. Just as Drake’s lips began their dangerous descent, Jayden’s phone shattered the moment with a sharp ring.

Drunk and reckless. “You still want me?” she whispered, voice shaky. “Even after everything?” I swallowed hard. “Selena… you’re drunk. We shouldn’t—” She cut me off by kissing me hard and desperate. Her hands fisted in my shirt, dragging me closer until her body collided with mine. It felt less like a kiss and more like a punishment, for both of us. I groaned into her mouth, hands instinctively going to her waist. She tasted like tequila and tears.

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.