Novel & Cerita Ghosts Kissing

The gesture was too much for her, a hiccup leaving her. I more than anyone knew the power of ghosts. Memories so real that you lose a sense of reality and time. There was no space between us. Skin on skin as I kissed every part of her I could reach. With each kiss, her body relaxed, and I morphed from reverent to possessive. “Relax, baby,” I whispered as I turned her in my arms. “Do I have your attention now? I need you here with me.” She nodded and let out a sigh, some of the tension leaving her. It wasn’t enough.

He carries her in a bridal style up the stairs and he took her straight into the bathroom and he places her under the shower but didn’t turn on the water and he uses his hand to raise her jaw and he places his lips on her lips and she also captured his lips with her own lips and they began to kiss and this time the kiss was slow and was full of emotions. He kissed her and caresses her body and he began to undress her slowly from her top to her trouser while she also undresses him and they were both naked and he turns on the shower on both of them and the kissing became intense and he caresses her boobs as he kisses her and he moves his lips to her tit and he squeezes her butt and she moans o

I said and turned to go to my room. Since the night that I gave her a kiss by her door, we have been having our meals together and when no one is looking I steal a few kisses from her. Oh so I thought until I saw Maria catch us one day. She has been over the moon but, the sweetest part is Mika sometimes pulls me back for a longer kiss. That girl has me feeling and doing some strange things I never saw or thought I would do.

The room seemed to pulse with the weight of unspoken words as Felix gently pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist. Their lips met in a bittersweet collision, a tender farewell that conveyed the depth of their connection. The kiss was a paradox, both passionate and sorrowful, a lingering taste of what could have been. Felix's lips moved against hers with a kind of urgency, as if he was trying to etch this moment into his memory.

He didn’t answer, which, also, was kind of an answer. I wiped the sweat from my neck, the sheets sticking to my skin. “Sorry if I ruined your night stroll.” “You didn’t.” I leaned forward and rested my arms on my knees. “It’s always her. Nadia. She haunts me like she’s still alive in my head.” “She is,” he said. I looked at him. “In your mind,” he clarified. “That’s where ghosts live.” I hadn’t expected that from him. He rarely spoke in full sentences, let alone metaphors. But the way he said it… it felt personal.

“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.

“You have a certain energy to you every time you see a ghost.” “Oh?” my eyes widen in surprise. “I do?” “Yeah,” he grins. “And here I thought I’d have to start chucking rocks at your window like some lovesick idiot.” I laugh—just a little—and then he kisses me. It’s not quick. Not rushed. It’s the kind of kiss that says a million things we don’t have time to unpack. His lips are warm and familiar, and for a second, the world quiets. It’s just us, right here in this tangle of fear and moonlight and leaves.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.