Essie First Kiss Bliss Romane & Geschichten

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

She wipes the hair from her face looking at him. “What?” she glared. Thomas bend his head and kissed her fully on the mouth claiming her breathe in a kiss that makes her forget about the cold water. The heat was sizzling between them. He holds her tightly against him allowing her to feel the rock-hard erection in his wet pants. “Don’t get caught,” he says harshly kissing her deeply. Her reaction was equally passionate. She can feel her arousal rising matching his fire.

I asked her, trailing my thumb down her neck and enjoying the goosebumps that spread over her skin in response. “I want you and Tyre. My past was void of you two, and I was incomplete. You were mine from the moment that I smelled your cinnamon espresso scent,” she murmured as her lips brushed against mine. Her hand fisted my shirt, holding on for dear life as her lips pressed against mine possessively. I let her take control of the kiss as her tongue swept over my bottom lip. My mouth opened up for her exploration. Elle was new to kissing, but her tongue battled against mine with tantalizing determination. My mate was a great kisser, and I was glad that I was her first kiss. I wished that sh

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

She pressed a fingertip into the curve of Aria’s hip — and Aria trembled, spine arching toward the pressure. “You melt so beautifully,” Eris murmured, lips brushing Aria’s shoulder. Her kiss was breathless and cold, trailing across bone before sliding lower. Aria inhaled sharply. Her knees jerked. “Eris —” But before she could continue, another kiss landed behind her collarbone, slow and teasing. Eris moved like water, ice dripping over heat, every flick of her tongue mapped to Aria’s hidden sensitivity. Her teeth grazed over sensitive flesh. Aria moaned into the darkness of the dream, a long, heartbreaking sound that echoed until Eris pulled away.

At the same time, her arms hooked around his neck. Whether it was because of the aphrodisiac or some other reason, Isolde seemed rather tense. Her body trembled nonstop, and even her brows quivered. What was going on? Before Cassian could wrap his head around the situation, Isolde peppered his face with kisses, much to Cassian's amazement. Just how strong was the Dew of Bliss anyway? He couldn't believe it even made Isolde, who loved nothing but her sword, succumb to such primal desires.

Without warning, he slammed Ronan against the wall, fingers tightening around his throat. “What exactly do you want?” Jayden growled. “Say it.” Ronan smiled, prying Jayden's hand away, he leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to his lips. Jayden shoved him away instantly, breath shaky. “Do you enjoy harassing me?” Ronan’s thumb brushed Jayden’s jaw. “You started it. When you stole my first kiss.” Jayden gritted his teeth. “It was a mistake.” Ronan tilted his head. “A mistake? If I take your first time now. Does it count as a mistake too?”

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

In that moment, she was his, and he was hers, and nothing else in the world mattered. A flicker of satisfaction lit up Vincent’s dark eyes, a smoldering fire that mirrored the desire coursing through Isla’s veins. Without hesitation, he leaned in to claim her lips once more, his movements deliberate and consuming. This kiss was unlike any before it—deeper, more intense, an all-encompassing act that left her breathless. As their mouths moved in perfect harmony, Isla became acutely aware of a new taste mingling between them: the unmistakable essence of herself lingering on his lips. The realization sent a jolt through her, a mix of shock and arousal that heightened the intimacy of their connec

I can smell his fresh minty breath. "No amount of words could describe how I love you, Keatton Morgan," our eyes meet. My heart skipped a beat when his eyes looked down from my lips. My eyes closed and wait for the next moment to happen. I felt Dominick's warm breath around my lips. It felt so strange and good at the same time whenever we kissed. There's some kind of magic with it that makes me excited about it. The door began to creak as I and Dominick both heard a curse. "God damn it!" A hand grabbed my arms from Dominick.