Novel & Cerita Greek Kisses

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

He steps forward and brushes his fingers over my cheek, igniting a fire that spreads through my body. “Athena,” he says, his voice filled with longing as he drops his lips to mine. Sparks shoot through my whole body as he kisses me, a jolt of electricity that leaves me breathless; I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as we deepen the kiss. He holds my neck with one hand, his other hand leaving a burning trail down my back as our tongues meet in a fierce, desperate clash.

I met his eyes with a mischievous glint and said with mock seriousness, “Well, I’ve been seeing Jake… we’ve kissed too.” Roman’s eyes darkened instantly. His jaw clenched, and an animalistic growl escaped his throat. Before I could react, he crashed his lips against mine in a searing, furious kiss. It wasn’t gentle; it was possessive, angry, and raw. I gasped, caught off guard by the intensity. I did not expect it. The force of his kiss overwhelmed my senses, leaving me dazed and breathless.

Garette was looking at her grinning from ear to ear. “Was that the sweetest and most passionate kiss you ever tasted Dianthe?” he said, whispering while looking at her red and almost swollen lips. “No! That’s the most bitter kiss I ever tasted! You are a lousy kisser!” Dianthe said as she stormed out of the office, fuming with madness but with a face as red as cherry because of embarrassment.

Beatrice answers Molly’s question. “Of course, French men are the best kissers. You should see what they can do with their tongues.” She smiles a secret smile, and Monica considers getting a little sample of an actual French, French kiss while she is in Paris. Solely for comparative purposes, of course. Unbidden, an image pops into her little head . . . of Jackson Corbin tilting her jaw up before slowly and purposefully lowering his full, sexy lips to Monica's. No . . . stop that, Monica! You are a single mother for god's sake! Admittedly, Jackson is sexy as hell, and the way he looked at her was insanely hot, but there was off limits and then there is a blow u her life

” Kayley ~”Can I kiss you? Jackson ~”Yes baby.” I pull his pants down only enough for his hard erection to pop out. I slip my lips over the top of his head and gently suck. Jackson ~”FUCK.” Kayley ~”You said I can kiss you.” Jackson ~”God I want you kiss me like this more often.” Kayley ~”Do we really have no time?” Jackson ~”Sorry baby.” Kayley ~”I will be down in a sec.”

He kissed it. Currents of electricity spreads in my body as I quiver. I was looking at him, looking gorgeous as he plants small kisses on my both legs. I bit my lower lip. His lips are so warm that it awakens my femininity. I'm not innocent to these things for Greeks are one of the most hungry humans ever. Some of the Gods and Goddesses we worship are in nudes, and this kind of pleasure I never felt before, makes me naughty. "Thick thighs. I want to ravish your goddamn body, Agape." His jaw clenched as he squeezes my right thigh with both hands, then the other. I reached for the blanket and bites it.

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.

Pru asked in surprise “What are you doing her –“ She wasn’t able to finish her sentence as Tom grabbed her waist and pulled her to him and softly kissed Pru's lips. Their bodies tightly pressed to each other. Shocked, Pru couldn’t process what was happening. Her eyes were staring at the man kissing her! This Greek god was kissing her! And as the thought sunk in, she closed her eyes, flung her arms around his neck and kissed him back. It wasn’t deep but it was tender and passionate. As they reluctantly peeled away from each other’s kiss, Tom smiled and looked at her dazed eyes “you didn’t think I’d let you go without getting my goodbye kiss were you, my gem?”

It had to be a dream. The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.