Novel & Cerita Drunk Kisses

His fingers gently traced the outline of Drishti's lips, sending shivers down her spine. With a surge of passion, Drishti leaned in and captured Shravan's mouth in a searing kiss. Their lips danced in a passionate tango, their tongues intertwining with fervour. The taste of red wine lingered on their tongues, adding an extra layer of intoxication to their embrace.

His lips met mine, rough and urgent, nothing like the soft, gentle kisses from before. His tongue kept pushing in, teeth nipping my lip. His hands were everywhere: grabbing my ass, yanking my tank top up, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth. “Fuck, Kian…stop… you’re drunk,” I managed to say between kisses, half laughing, half turned on by how different he felt. “Doesn’t matter,” he growled against my neck, biting down. “I’ve been dying to wreck you all night.”

Her lips moved like rhythm. I grabbed the glass from her hand and placed it down. She grabbed my neck and deepened the kiss. I pulled her closer and she hissed making me break the kiss. "You are hurt." "I don't care" She locked her lips with mine. She is drunk! I gathered her in my arms and walked out of the basement. It's already dark and everyone is sleeping. I don't know why Dominick is putting his trust in me and letting me roam in his house at night.

I didn't want to dwell on her words because I could feel the effect of the alcohol. I turned up some music and one of my favourites came on, Skin by Rihanna and I decided it wouldn't harm anyone if I danced. I had one my glass in one hand and I started to dance occasionally taking a sip of my drink. I continued dancing to some other slow songs and drinking. When I finally turned around towards the door, there was Cole staring at me. I stood there frozen looking at him. He moved towards me so fast that I had no time to think when he grabbed me and kissed me.

Not a sarcastic nor a smug smile, it was more like a smile that sends messages from his eyes down to my soul. "Hey," His hoarse voice lingered inside my head. That's when I realized that he's drunk. "Que-" I was cut off by his surprise. He attacked my lips and kissed me in a gentle yet aggressive way. My eyes widened while my mouth parted in shock. He took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue and roamed inside my mouth. I tasted the alcohol he drunk from his mouth. I was too astounded to push him away. The way he kisses me makes me feel drunk. He pulled away for a second and then he kissed me again, but this time, it became more demanding. My eyes started to close and returned his kiss

He pulled the sheets off me, and held my back, touching it in an up and down motion. He let's go of my lips and angled his face. "Uno what are you–" he once again, kisses me aggressively. He bit my lips, making me groan in pain and open my lips. His tongue entered my mouth and played with it. I moaned and touched his chest, and then his shoulders until I reached his nape and pushed him closer. His mouth tasted mint and alcohol. Is he drunk? He sucked my lower lip, his hands started to move inside my shirt, teasing me and drawing circles at my stomach.

I kissed him. His mouth was warm, tasted faintly of tequila, and he kissed me back slowly at first, like he was giving me every chance to change my mind, and then his hand came up to cup the back of my neck and the kiss deepened until the club, the noise, everything, blurred away around us. We broke apart, both of us breathing harder than either of us wanted to admit. "Ava," he said, his voice rough. "You're drunk." "I know." I kissed him again, briefly. "I don't care."

A soft moan escaped my throat as he pulled my body against his. Our lips parted and our tongues dashed in and out of each other’s mouths, filling me from head to toe with a tingling sensation. My heart was beating quickly now, filled with eagerness and lust. Every emotion and desire of the evening flowed through me. My hands moved across his face, pulling him as closely as possible. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him. I had spent so much time on bad dates and in bad relationships, and this one kiss was breaking the dam, allowing all of my passion to flow out of me. I could have kissed him like this for hours. Days. Months. I could have kissed him like this forever and never have grown

Then he pulled me close and kissed me like we were the final scene of a K-drama soft, slow, and far too intimate for two strangers who hadn’t even exchanged names. What is wrong with me tonight? I asked myself, internally spiraling. Is it the drinks? The heartbreak? Or am I just hopelessly broken at this point? At first, i tensed tried to resist but then i gave in, my mouth parting, granting him full access in a kiss that was far too convincing for a fake. When he finally broke the kiss, he turned to the drunk man, wore a smug smile, and asked coolly, “Do you need something?”

My first proper kiss. He hungrily starts to bite my lips, sucking my lips just like an animal. He forcefully enters his tongue on my mouth and starts sucking on it. I can taste and breathe alcohol in his body. He is drunk, Badly drunk. With one stock he pulls the zipper of my dress and eyes me evilly.