Novel & Cerita Fairy Char Kiss

"It's okay, baby. We will get through this together. You just have to be strong for me and the children in your womb” I nodded, feeling a little bit better than ever before. Raising my tear-swollen face from Felix's neck, some strange spirit descended on me and I locked my lips to Felix's, kissing him passionately. Felix's lips were cold, devoid of passion and desire for me. He kissed me back, and it ignited a fire of lust in me. From running my hands seductively over his chest, I lowered my hands down to his trousers, dipping down there to grab his conk that I have always yearned for.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

"Well, everyone now thinks that kiss was preplanned. Guess you'll be kissing Tanya in the next two concerts." Charlie really couldn't care at this point and groaned nonchalantly, "Whatever. There's a mask in between so it's not a real kiss anyway." Quinn promptly snuggled up to him, looking smug as she purred, "Poor Tanya, only doing it with a mask… unlike me, who can kiss Charlie directly." With those words, she leaned her cheek towards Charlie, her lips inches from Charlie's. Her warm breath was hitting Charlie's face and their lips were about to touch in an instant.

She shows to Dexter her annoyance. “Why you kissed me?” Shayne said looking directly to the eyes of Dexter. “Because I love you, no more no less” “How about me, do I love you? “ “Yes, I know that, I can feel that, please don’t lie” “I don’t love you” Shayne said. She shows to Dexter she about a cast a spell to him. She waves her hands in the air pointing towards him. She sees Dexter is covering himself below the bamboo table. “You told me, a while ago, you don’t have power to cast spell”

I don't know yet, not so sure honestly. Like there are decisions that I wish I would have made back then, I wasn't a wild kid you know but when it comes to the matters of the heart, I wish I was as mature as I am now. We just watched too much Cinderella not knowing that this is life, and hilarious thing is that we never listened, shame....we never! At all! I recall all those moments with my friends and damn! Honestly I couldn't literally believe I had scored a goal just like that? I did discern he wasn't mine but the main fact was that I myself had managed to make a fucking hot guy like that encounter the blood rush in his fucking veins all because of a fucking hot bitch which was me.

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.

I had done a short research on my last challenge and was going to try and win his kiss tonight. His name was Noah Miller. They called him too pure, a romantic who will not kiss without having feelings for the girl. Well, I wasn’t in a mood to do this, but I just wanted to be done with those dates. I loved my fans and I kind of owed them one last story. It was a bittersweet feeling.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

"You're not leaving my sight." Charli pulled her feet from my lap and climbed up on her knees. Leaning over me, she kissed my cheek. "I like the sound of that." Her kisses rained lower over my ear and my chin. Each contact created a chill that ignited a flame. "What is it...exactly...that you...want to see?" she asked between kisses. I shook my head. "Oh, princess, you're playing with the wrong kind of fire right now." Her long, untethered hair flowed over her shoulders, tickling my nose as she continued to pepper my neck with soft kisses. Her petite hands moved over my shirt to the buttons. "I think you're...the exact fire...I need to forget...this shitty day."

said Skandar in a low voice. "Get out of here, uncle!" Charisa said, "I can see it." "You're wrong, Risa!" Skandar hissed again. “Go away!! Go-" Charisa couldn't say her words anymore. The man had just covered her lips with a deep kiss, the kiss demanded belonging to the man. Uncle Skandar pecked his lips as if her lips will disappear with the blink of an eye. Charisa couldn't reply, she was still very amateurish. The man just let go of herself when she was nearing her breath.