Novel & Cerita Gloriana You Should Have Kissed Me

Suddenly, Bryan staggered backward and shouted, "I'm sorry! This is all my fault! But I'm holding the baby. You can't push me like that!" His shout brought his parents running down the stairs. Paul charged at me like a madman. At that exact moment, the villa door burst open and Gwyneth rushed inside. I barely had time to open my mouth before Paul slammed into me. His palm cracked across my face. Filthy curses poured from his mouth as he struck me again. Gwyneth moved to stop him. For a brief second, something like concern flickered in her eyes. "Mr. Thatcher—"

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.

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'

He pulled me to him for a hot kiss that left my lips feeling pleasantly scorched. “If that’s what you want, honey, that’s what you’ll get.” I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back, a grin in place as I fell onto his body, ready for so much more of his brand of love.

She had a bored look on her face, her usual expression, but her eyes were like predators. She walked slowly to me, grabbed the lapels of my shirt, and drew my face toward her. “Hello, as*h*le.” She hissed. To a bystander, it looked like we were kissing, but I knew better. She was p*ssed at me for making her wait and for ignoring her. I swallowed hard and turned my head sideways to escape her wrath. But that was a wrong move because when my gaze swept over the lobby, it locked with the one person I did not want to see at that moment. Gwen.

The memory of him tearing my nightgown flashed in my mind, igniting a fire within me once more. After rummaging through the wardrobe, I settled on a silver-laced gown that stopped just above my knees. It wasn't extravagant or fancy looking, and I liked it that way. Once dressed, I smoothed my hair and dabbed some water on my face to chase away the post-lovemaking glow.

She slid the ring on his finger smiling looking at the camera. “Can we now kiss?” Silas smiled looking at her lips and Lara nodded her head in approval. “Yes hubby…. You may not kiss the bride.” She laughed loudly and they both yet again started to kiss each other while the government official was now taking the signatures of the eye witnesses. The senior maid Instantly walked up to Silas feeling a little embarrassed as he was busy kissing the girl. “Should I go ahead and inform your grandmother about the wedding?” She spoke happily and Silas nodded his head, looking at the maid In slight irritation.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it anymore we are rich, you and me! There is no poor person among us." Without a word, he drew closer, gently placing a hand on my cheek, his touch both comforting and burning. Romain brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss, hesitant at first, but which quickly transformed into a flamboyant declaration of passion. His hands explored my arms, tracing imaginary curves that awakened a deep desire within me.