Gd And Top Kiss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

“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 merely closed the gap between them, seizing her lips with his in a kiss that was far from innocent. His lips were firm, insistent, and Gabi moaned as his tongue ventured into her mouth, exploring every corner as if he desired to commit her to memory. His large hands grasped her hips, drawing her nearer, and she felt his arousal pressing against her abdomen. The kiss was intense, commanding, as if he was attempting to assert something. Gabi responded with equal fervor, her hands finding their way into his hair, drawing him nearer. She could taste the beer on his tongue, mingled with a flavor that was uniquely *Ravi*.

God, why does he have to be such a good kisser? ​Due to the lack of oxygen, I was forced to pull away, but Draven didn’t stop there. Instead, he started leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my soft spot before moving up and kissing the corner of my lips, then back to my neck again, making my whole body quiver in pleasure. I gasped when he squeezed my thighs and tugged on the skin of my neck, causing me to moan again. No, this was getting too intense and I have to control myself...but I can’t, and I don’t want to.

“Kiss me” Leila whispered the second time and that was all it took for Gavin to lean forward and take her mouth in his. The kiss was different, she could smell the mint and oud in his clothes, she moved closer so her fingers could brush his hair and he cupped her cheeks in his hand. This kiss was based on an approval from both of them in their normal state of mind, it was not influenced by anything or any kind of alcohol. It was strictly what they both wanted and Leila took her time exploring his mouth with her tongue, her lips and everything in her.

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.

He kissed the tip of my nose and reached into his pocket. "I want to make sure it doesn't hurt," he whispered to me, and then kissed me again. I nodded at him to say okay. I could not see what he was doing, but I heard the pop of a tube and then it closing shut. Then Todd turned back to me and kissed me gently. His fingers moved under my dress again and gently headed to my core, teasing as gently as he had been doing, and my inconsistent breaths came back as though they had never left.

But then,a rare,quiet smile appeared,nothing flashy,just honest. “I’m fucking all yours,”he said,barely above a whisper. That made me smile,genuinely.Maybe for the first time in days.I wasn’t smiling because I felt warm, I was smiling because he makes this mission too easy. “Falling for me already, Mr Volkov?” “Pray against that, it never ends well.” He chuckled but nothing about that felt funny.I leaned in and pressed mylips to his. The kiss was hot,slow,and dangerous.His hand gripped my jaw,tiltiing my face up as he deepened it,tongues clashing,breaths tangled.He kissed me like he needed it too breathe.

I press up to stand and stare into her gorgeous eyes. “That was…” I don’t give her a chance to finish her sentence as I kiss her with everything I have. I slip my tongue into her mouth, making her taste herself. She wraps her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist. Her pussy grinding against my torso, her slickness seeping through my shirt. “That was incredible,” she breathes out as I pull away so we can both take in much-needed air. “You taste incredible, my Topolina. But you broke the rule. I said to keep your hands above your head.”

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”