Novel & Cerita Drunk Kisses

I try to get out of the warm hug but he holds me tightly before carrying me over to the bed. “Hey. What are you doing?” I ask. Was this another one of his ploys? “Shhhh.” He whispers on my lips before kissing me as we fall onto the bed. His kisses are like rain that wash your worries and questions away. It made you believe you weren’t in this world but another full of bliss. How did I ever survive without them. It was like a bad drug I was addicted to. It was an addicting kiss. Instead of shoving him away and calling for Aunt, I close my eyes and wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him back fervently like a starved animal.

I’m the one who is drunk here, but he kisses me like he’s the one who drank those shots of alcohol. I don’t breathe properly because he kisses me harder; none of us is able to pull out. We breathe each other's air, sucking everything from each other and moaning into each other's mouths. Fuck, this is so passionate that I want to swallow him. I want everything about him. I want to keep his taste on my tongue forever. He’s the sweetest thing I’ve tasted—sweeter than my chocolate milkshake, fuck sweeter than everything I know. He takes out his finger from my core and slides it into my mouth. He let me have a taste of my pussy juice, which was so fucking salty and slimy.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

I said and kissed his lips which felt sweet . "Yoy are drunk" He stared at me dazedly. "How can I get drunk?" I can never get drunk" I muttered and kissed him again, this one lingered longer and was sweeter than the former. Even more sweeter than the wine

he began, but his words were silenced by Anastasia's sudden advance. Already flushed with the warmth of the alcohol, Anastasia leaned in, her lips finding Harry's in a passionate kiss. The scent of her favourite red wine lingered on her breath, a testament to her evening's indulgence. Harry was taken aback, the unexpected kiss catching him off guard. He could taste the sweetness of the wine on her lips, a tantalizing blend of desire and intoxication. "No, you're drunk," he murmured, but his protest was drowned out by Anastasia's insistent plea.

Sinking deep in his forbidden desires as he pressed his warm lips on my flesh "Just you...with me and no one else...let me...love you" he added, his voice sounding deep and strained as if drunk. His kisses didn't taste like alcohol or anything which made me realize he wasn't drunk. This Victor was different. His words didn't make sense to me as he tasted every inch of my body.

His hand caught the back of my neck, and he crushed his lips against mine. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a punishment. It was hard, desperate. He paused for a second and again continued kissing me. But slower this time, tasting of the very wine that had ruined my dress. He didn't just kiss me; he drank from me, sucking the crimson liquid from my lips as if it were the only thing keeping him alive. His body was a wall of muscle, pressing me hard against the cold stone. When he finally broke the kiss, I was gasping for air.

His eyes were heavy with a mixture of longing and pain, and before she could process what was happening, his lips brushed against hers. Bella froze, shocked by the sudden kiss. His lips were warm, and for a fleeting moment, she didn’t pull away. He’s drunk, she reminded herself, yet her heart betrayed her, thudding louder as a faint spark ignited in her chest. she slightly parted her lips giving him access, Dominic takes the opportunity to explore her depths hungrily. His hand moves to gently grip her chin, tilting her head back to allow him deeper access. He can feel her soft moans vibrating against his lips as he plunges his tongue past her inviting parted lips his tongue plummets deep int

He was my drink and I was so drunk. He leaned and this time, it was a slow,feathery kiss. There are so many times I wished for him to kiss me this way, slow and gentle. Like he really adores and cares for me. I almost cried because that was exactly what he was doing at the moment. I was so drunk in his kisses. Feeling bold and needy, I pull him closer and sucks the skin between his shoulder and neck. He groaned at the sensation and didn't pull away. I sucked harder every time I thought of how good it would look on him with my mark.

"Girl, I didn't know you would end up like me, I thought you were some kind of saint. You were in a relationship with just one man all your life, now you came to New Hampshire, your pussy fell into a dick." "No, I'm still not cheap." "So, what then happened?" "I was drinking and there was this guy, I can't remember much but I kissed him in my drunk state, and when I passed out due to my excessive drinking, he brought me to his mansion." "You mean you kissed him. Oh my god, you kissed a stranger." "Venessa, I was drunk and heartbroken. I guess we hugged too." "Did he fuck you when you passed out?" "No, when I checked, my vagina wasn't sore."