Greek Kisses の小説・ストーリー

I whispered, a little anxious as to what he had planned. He responded with a kiss, wrapping one arm around my waist so that he pinned me to the support beam. His kisses moved down to the sensitive area just below my ear where my shoulder and neck joined. “I've got you.” His free hand slid up my thigh, reminding me that I was wearing a dress and that my knees were splayed open. His hand didn't stop at the hem of my dress; instead, he continued up my inner thigh and sent heat surging through my core. His fingers caressed the lace of the little panties I had chosen. They were light blue like the dress and more lace and string than fabric.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

She turned her face and looked at Hyun who looked white as a paper sheet. He knew. "T h i s... r e a c t i o n... i s... t o o... m u c h." Giselle rolled making him fall from top of her. "This is disgusting." Hyun finally put the words together. She smiled. It was just a kiss. A french kiss, involving tongue. Everytime she kissed Hyun, either the god was too innocent or he never involved in any romantic act. But she, she loved romantic movies. "H o w... c o u l d... y o u... p u t.... y o u r...t o n g u e... i n... s o m e o n e' s... e l s e... m o u t h?"

It was like a sudden shift in his behavior, and I was left feeling shocked and hurt. As I looked at G*****a, her smirk grew wider, and she locked eyes with Hektor. It was clear they shared some secret understanding. The room seemed to shrink as they moved closer to each other, their bodies entwined and their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. It was a painful sight, a betrayal that I couldn't bear to witness.

I can’t do this; I finished in my head. “Shh.” he whispered, his hands bracketing me on either side caging me in. The space between us was nonexistent, his body heat searing against mine. His head dipped, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Flogítsa mou?” My little flame. The Greek words rolled off his tongue like a dark caress, igniting a fresh wave of heat that left me slightly out of breath. My knees buckled at the rough edge in his voice. He noticed, the bastard, because his hand suddenly landed on my thigh, warm and possessive, his thumb tracing slow circles against my bare skin.

His soft moans made me feel at ease as it appeared to me that he was still alive after we kissed. Perhaps I didn't notice that the cursed kiss had already lifted considering it had been three years since I left the pack and had no communication from anyone. Or perhaps the Moon Goddess or whoever put the curse on me already forgot this. Three days later, the mystery of Christian's exclusion from my lethal kiss still made me feel intrigued. While occupied at the restaurant, my helpless brain was tempted to give it another try. Just one. Not two. But one. This time, not to Christian, but to a new woman.

Yasmine lets out a scream as soon as his lips touch her and she feels him kiss, lick and suck everything that is her. Kastrath makes Yasmine scream over and over as her body is flooded with the pleasure that only he can provide her. Kastrath finally pulls back on his assault when she starts struggling against him. He gives her private lips one last long lick and then slowly trails his kisses back up her body. Stopping only briefly at her breasts before moving up and capturing her lips once more as he slides himself inside her.

K gets up taking his keys mumbling something about how I always fall for besties tricks, bestie jumps up and down clapping his hands and he kisses me on my cheek. "Don't kiss her!" "It was just a peck Khali, relax." "I will fuck you up right now if you don't shut up." "Is that what you said to he-..." he runs away after he saw K grab a wooden spoon, I died laughing as they ran around the apartment with bestie screaming and K shouting at him, their running up and down woke Zuso up, Zuso being Zo + Thuso= Zuso. Cute right? Sounds like a Greek gods name

Unable to stop the moon princess gripped helplessly at his shoulders, trying to hold on as her body went lax, a frisson of heat forming in her stomach and spreading across her body She whimpered softly as he bit down on her bottom lip, their kiss growing deeper and more overwhelming. The daughter of Zeus was unbelievably aware of everything: the rush of her heart almost deafening in her mind, the heat emanating from Lukas body, the warmth of their lips sliding together wetly.

He kissed the side of my head. “You’ve never had a birthday trip before?” “No.” He closed his eyes for a moment, like that fact hurt him. “Then we’ll make this one count.” My throat tightened. “You ready for Greece?” he whispered. With him? Absolutely.