Elena Undone Kiss Novels & Stories

I mean it's not that serious either way. "Oh really? Then why are you always saying shit to Valentina?" Gina asks, crossing her arms on her chest. "I'm just messing with her." Heaven shrugs, causing me to scoff. Is she being serious right now? She almost kissed me then she wants to say she's messing with me? So, she was messing with me yesterday when she was about to kiss me? "Yeah sure whatever." Gina brushes it off, holding Fernandas hand. I'm so happy that she found her. From what I've seen, Fernanda actually treats her right. Although both of them aren't official, it's still cute that they're able to hold hands in public without the fear of being criticized.

“Keep saying that, and maybe one day you’ll find the right girl.” Elena’s heart pounded. “What if I already did?” she whispered. Their faces moved closer, breath mingling in the cool night air. Their lips were just inches apart when Scarlett whispered, “You’re engaged, Elena. You’ll regret this.” Elena didn’t move back. “I know,” she said — and kissed her. The kiss was soft but full of tension — something both of them wanted and feared. Scarlett froze, then pulled away sharply. “Don’t let this happen again!” she said loudly, anger and confusion in her eyes.

Then slowly leaned forward and whispered, “Are you seducing me right now?” Elena stiffened before facing him. “No,” she replied. Looking at her face so close to him. He couldn't resist. He pressed down on her, sealing her lips as he pressed her closer to him. She didn't resist, she responded to his kiss. Kael pinned her to the mirror, his hands sliding to her legs while she loosen his tie. Elena suddenly pushed him away and he fell to the bed. Her face was rosy as she stared at him.

“Don’t stop.” ✘ ✘ ✘ The night unmade itself slowly. Clothes on the floor. Skin against skin. Two people who had spent years being precisely, deliberately dangerous—finally, entirely careless with each other. Dante moved with an intensity that was almost ferocious, but every touch held something else inside it. Something careful. He kissed her like he was learning a text he intended to keep. Elena—who had not been careless about anything since she was twelve years old and her world burned—let go.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It should,” she said. “Because now the story makes sense.” There again… “story”. I’m really starting to dislike that word. Like my life had somehow turned into something people could pick apart and explain like it belonged to them. I ended the call after a bit and lowered my phone slowly, then looked at Damon. “Well,” I said, “I guess this just got more complicated.” “If anything,” he said, “it got easier.” I frowned. “Easier?” “You have a reason now,” he replied. “People won’t question the kiss as much.”

“Good. Now… the kiss.” Elena’s pulse spiked. Her lungs tightened. Her skin prickled. She forced herself to keep breathing. In her mind, she pictured Daniel’s face. The bandage on his head. The way his fingers had squeezed hers weakly. The way he’d whispered, “Don’t leave me.” Elena had promised she wouldn’t. So she would endure this too. The coordinator smiled brightly at Adrian. “Mr. Blackwood, when I cue you, you lean in, just a gentle kiss. It’s the moment everyone will remember.”

She simply held Valeria there, suspended in the attitude, one hand now cupping the weight of a breast, feeling the nipple harden instantly against her palm. Valeria exhaled a shaky laugh. “Is this the kind of correction you give all your principals?” “Only the ones who ask for it,” Elena said, and crushed her mouth to Valeria’s. There was no gentleness in the kiss. It was teeth and tongue and fifteen years of starvation. Valeria tasted like salt and danger. She kissed back just as fiercely, hands flying to Elena’s hair, pulling pins free until the severe knot unraveled and dark waves spilled down Elena’s back. Elena shoved her backward until Valeria’s spine met the mirror, the glass cold aga

“Come here.” She hesitated only a second before stepping forward. Sandro pulled her into him, his bare chest warm against the cool silk of her gown. His mouth claimed hers in a deep, desperate kiss, this wasn’t the controlled tease from before. This was real, messy, consuming. Tongues tangled, teeth grazed, and Elena moaned into his mouth as her hands explored the hard planes of his chest, tracing the raised lines of his scars and the smooth ink.

he whispered, trailing kisses down her jaw, “...unreal.” She barely heard him. All she could think about was how he tasted, how he felt, how much she didn’t want this to stop. As they broke the kiss, Elena fell back onto the bed, dress riding high on her thighs. Ryan stood above her, chest rising and falling, eyes locked to her lips. She didn’t wait and pulled him down and kissed him again. Ryan's hands roamed her curves, squeezing and caressing through the thin fabric of her dress. Elena moaned into the kiss, her own fingers tangling in his hair.

I was there in a flash. "Elena", I start, but she jumps off the bed, pushing me against the well, and silences me with a kiss. This was a hungry kiss, and I wasn't going to deny her. She took off my shirt and unbuttoned my pants, taking out my already hard member, and put it in her mouth,