First Kisses Movie Mga Nobela at Kwento

There were just a few rows of seats left when we got in. We had to sit in the same row. I was sitting with Vincent while Liam sat beside me. Fiona was sitting beside Liam. The movie began and it was actually a forbidden romance movie in which a poor girl got into an arranged marriage with a CEO. The story progresses and the CEO eventually realizes he is in love with the girl. The two share a hot kiss under the rain shower. The CEO carried her and the next scene shows they were in the bedroom, trying to get intimate. The couples in the room began to kiss through the heat of the moment. Fiona looked at Liam passionately and Liam looked at her.

Deimon, oblivious to her internal turmoil, leaned in further, his warm breath whispering against her ear. "Kate," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers cascading down her spine. The air crackled with unspoken words, a yearning that seemed to mirror her own. Then, abruptly, his lips met hers. It was a clumsy collision, more awkward exploration than passionate encounter. Yet, the feeling was undeniable – a spark, a jolt of electricity that sent a rush of heat through her. It was her first kiss, a fumbled dance she'd dreamt of for years.

She didn't expect him to kiss her. Casey licked her lips and nods slowly. "Yes, Cora. He's my first kiss. He's not only my first kiss, but he's also my first dance. You know last night was my very first time when it comes to that thing, and I hope you get it," Casey answered. Cora put her hands on her mouth. She couldn't believe it it's her very first time to have it. "Oh, really? Was it your very first time, huh? He's your first dance and also your very first kiss, huh? Aren't you making lies with me, Casey? Tell me the truth, please," she said. Casey closed her eyes and sighed again.

“I…don’t understand…what happened? Has the event happened already?” “No, it hasn’t....and it doesn’t even have to anymore.” Maria giggles beside me. “I….dont…” “I understand, child.” She turns to Maria. “Please, show her.” Maria pulls me to a television, and I nearly fall in my steps. My face, along with Adonis’s, is plastered all over it on the news, but that isn’t what makes me stop; it’s the headlines and the playing video… On the screen is the video of Adonis and me from earlier; our kiss is all over the news, the way it happened, the way he held onto me, the angry clash of our lips, and the words.

“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.

He closed the final distance. The first kiss was not an attack; it was a conquest. His lips met hers with exquisite slowness, a meticulous exploration. They were softer than she had imagined, but the pressure behind them was undeniable, demanding. He knew how to kiss. God, how he knew. His mouth moved against hers in a hypnotic back-and-forth that drained all strength from her knees. She sank against the wall, and her body molded itself to his in an act of instinctive surrender.

The atmosphere inside the car instantly turned icy. She turned away again, presenting me with the back of her head and making it clear she had no intention of continuing the conversation. After a while, I took the initiative to break the silence: “What’s the name of this marriage candidate? I should at least know who my future husband is. “If he’s some eighty-year-old grandfather, I’ll need to stock up on heart medication in advance.” Her eyes remained closed. She didn’t even bother looking at me. “Julian Cooper. About your age.”

He leaned in, his breath whispering against her skin. Roselyn's heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing with anticipation. She tilted her head, inviting him closer. Their lips met in a tender kiss, the connection sparking a fire that spread through their veins. Alexander's arms enveloped her, holding her close as he deepened the kiss. Roselyn's hands wandered to his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. She broke away, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I wanted to kiss you like this," she whispered, "but you already stole my first kiss."

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue. I sighed with contentment when he pulled away. His kisses were magical. He grinned at me. “You ready?” I nodded. “Yup.” “First, we'll go to our knees,” he explained. “Find the sweet spot, where the balance is best.” “That's what she said,” I quipped. Bastian burst out laughing, stopping in his demonstration and nearly falling into the water. “Just get up on your knees,” he told me, splashing water at me with his hands.