Novel & Cerita Drunk Kisses

I wanted to stay wrapped up in moonlight and his arms, tasting his mouth on mine and loving every second of it. “Wow,” I whispered when we finally had to break apart or suffocate. “Wow, indeed,” he agreed, his voice rough and shaky. His eyes sparkled with delight. Apparently he had enjoyed kissing me as much as I did him. “Would you like a drink at my place? It's just over there,” I offered. I wasn't really interested in a drink, but it was the perfect excuse to get him to stay with me. Maybe even kiss me again. Heat surged through my veins at the thought of him kissing me again.

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

Drake said, his voice husky with desire. Enzo chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Drake's spine. He walked closer to him, pulling him in for a sweet passionate kiss. Their lips met, and the world seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in each other. Enzo's hands roamed over Drake's body, igniting a fire within him. Drake moaned softly, his fingers tangling in Enzo's hair as their kiss deepened. As they broke apart, their heavy breaths mingled in the air. Enzo's eyes were dark with desire as he whispered, "I've been wanting this for so long, Drake."

With his body cornering her, he crushed her lips and the kiss became torrid until the other party stopped cooperating. “Oopsie. My Bad!” she smiled seductively at him. In an inch, she stared at the man she just kissed passionately but couldn’t see him clearly. It’s completely blurred. She tried to open her eyes but it seems that her eye glasses were full of moist. She was completely drunk and she was controlled by alcohol. At her drunkenness state, she had to admit that this man is undeniably a good kisser. Holding his two shoulders, she tried pushing him to free herself from his tight embrace. Using all her strength left, she forced herself to squeeze out from him but it was to no avail. N

I didn't know that I am already this lost because of him! "Farris..." I moaned his name when I felt how wet I am down there. I can't take it anymore! I want him already! I pushed his naked chiseled chest and reached his lips to kiss him hungrily. He kissed me back with so much intensity. I withdrew from his kisses and looked at his drunken eyes. He is drunk because of our kisses. I can see the lust and desire in his eyes.

His hands slid from my cheeks, tracing a slow and tantalizing path down my neck and along my collarbone. I was no longer drunk on alcohol but on the heady mixture of desire and his scent. My fingers, trembling, reached up to caress his cheek. The air grew thick as our faces drew closer, each heartbeat echoing. As our lips met in a drunk kiss, there was a gentle sway. His lips, soft and warm, pressed against mine, fitting together like two perfect puzzle pieces. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down my spine. Our noses brushed against each other, a sweet and subtle touch that added a layer of intimacy to the kiss. It was as if our entire beings were drawn together, not just our mou

He gulped and before he knew it, her mouth was on his. The sparks went off in his head and for the first time in years, he actually felt a true connection to the person he was kissing, he had no idea why he let it happen but one thing remained on his mind, he was actually enjoying it. He could taste the rich chocolate vodka she ahd been drinking in her mouth as he suckled on her tongue. One thing about drunken kisses was that you would do it without fear or second thought, he took charge of the kiss as he pulled her closer to his body. He trailed his tongue down her neck and he had fun flicking his tongue against the soft fold of her neck. She moaned and he nejoyed it, he wasnt executing to

she said in almost a whisper. "Well you are" he replied. "That sounds creepy". He didn't say a word, rather his actions speaks for him. He lowers his face and kissed her on the lips deeply. She gave him access to her mouth and they both tongue lock. Anna felt a sweet tickling all over her body and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pull him more closer. Few minutes later, Drake broke the kiss leaving Anna panting for breathe. "Well isn't that more creepy?" he grin cockily at her and her cheek blushed.

"I've always wanted to kiss you. And well you're mine now and I liked it. I liked kissing you. You tasted like sugar." "I ate a cookie at lunch, butter pecan. Noona's favorite," I explained. Chelsea took a deep breath and leaned towards me. "I want to do it again." "Okay," And Chelsea kissed me. She kissed me and kissed me and kissed me. By the end of the day I had five more love-kisses in my box. When I got home, mummy told me that noona had gone to heaven. I ran to my bedroom as quickly as I could. I hurried to fall asleep. Just like she promised, I saw her in my dreams, so I told her all about the six love-kisses from my Chelsea.

But in that quiet hallway with Leo sleeping safe behind the door, it felt inevitable. Draxler exhaled sharply, like the contact broke something in him. He leaned in, forehead almost touching mine, then closed the last inch and kissed me — not soft, not gentle, but hungry, like he’d been holding it back since the moment I walked back into his life. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until the water glass nearly slipped from my fingers. I kissed him back, anger and want twisting together, my body pressing against his for one long, reckless moment.