Novel & Cerita Greek Kisses

“I want you to fully strip,” I whisper into her ear. Greece pulls away from me and stands, her dress falls to the floor. She is also wearing a red underwear… a fucking goddess. My eyes don’t leave her as I snake my hands around her waist and I pull her closer, kissing her navel. She lets out a little whimper as her whole body shudders under the warmth of my lips. I start to kiss her bare body, squeezing and cupping her bum when need be. Greece grabs a handful of my hair and lets her moans fill the room.

There was a tingling feeling in his head, the feeling that he had stumbled on something that was about to fetch him The Big Bucks. Now to get to his office and find out the identity of the man, he thought, rubbing his hands gleefully as he trotted away. And of course, to wave the pictures under his editor's nose. * Proserpina That night, we had a traditional Greek dinner. Greek salad, the real thing, said our host Karras with a hearty chuckle, followed by Paidakia, lamb flavoured with lemon, oregano, salt and pepper, tangy and delicious.

The collision of their mouths wasn’t the soft, calculated transition of a romantic routine. It was a hard, desperate impact—a direct hit that shattered the last remaining structural boundaries of the contract. Jaxson kissed him like he played hockey: with an aggressive, overwhelming force that completely dominated the vertical space of the room. His mouth was hot, tasting faintly of the cold midnight air and the raw, unhinged desperation he’d been bottling up since the penthouse.

She held his gaze, confident and bold, exactly how she felt in this moment. "I said," she repeated slowly, deliberately in a low teasing tone, "come eat your dessert, papi." Grayson crossed the room in three long strides. He was on her before she could take another breath, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was nothing like the soft, reverent one on the beach. This kiss burned with pure, unfiltered hunger. He groaned deeply into her mouth the moment their tongues met and let out a guttural “Fuuuck” that vibrated against her tongue.

ADRIAN'S POV. I hadn’t been expecting Athena to kiss me, but she did and I found my heart beating so fast in both shock and nerves. This was different from the cheek kiss. Athena actually kissed me on the lips, on the fucking lips. The kiss didn’t last very long. Athena pulled away staring at me with an expression I could not name. my fingers immediately flew to touch my lips. The pressure of her lips on mine was still there. Did Athena realize what she had just done? She kissed me while she was engaged to Giovanni. What does that mean?

“ If anyone sees us Marlon… “ Close your eyes... “ I whispered in his ear. It was already dusk, the beach was deserted. I'm obsessed with having her. Before she comments, I bend down and give her a Greek kiss, surprising her and making her moan. “ You are crazy! “ He groaned, resting one hand on the door. I continued giving him pleasure, feeling his taste in my mouth. After she was very wet for me, she held her frame and I entered her. “ How delightful! “ He whispered in her ear. “ You naughty!

It kept me guessing, forever keeping things interesting, and never grew tiresome. The one distinguishable consistency was how they kissed me. Lucas was the first to dominate me with a searing ardent kiss, parting my lips with his tongue and then sliding it against mine as I reciprocated. Mason’s kiss was softer and filled with tenderness. Grayson's kiss was suggestive, his oral skills mirroring the way he loved to flick against my clit. Alex's kiss was possessive, controlling, and full of an intensity that always left me panting for more.

But what I do need is his gorgeous lips on me, kissing me all over as he makes me scream with pleasure instead of terror. I lean in towards him and press my mouth to his. They're inviting and soft as I lick the seams of his lips, pleading with him to let me in. I moan as he opens his mouth and my tongue comes into contact with his. He tastes minty and fresh, and I deepen the kiss, yearning for more. Unexpectedly he places his hands on my shoulders and pulls away with a low growl leaving his lips. "You don't want this, agápi mou." (My love.)

Hakeem’s words are whispered against my lips right before he bites my bottom lip. “Mi reina, me vuelves loca. No puedo esperar a sentirte envuelto alrededor de mi rabo. (My queen, you drive me crazy. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my dick.)” Gael says before entering our kiss. Our mouths are pressed to each other, the kiss full of tongues and teeth. They both add a third finger and I pull back, screaming. “Please! Papi! Dream! I need you inside me!”

This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life. Gabe gently pulled away, just long enough to look at me with those glowing green eyes. Then he leaned in again. Our lips parted this time and the kiss became more passionate, with our tongues delicately dancing. My hands drifted up his back. I could feel the definition of his muscles, even over his shirt, and it turned me on even more. I wanted to feel his naked skin, his firm body, all of him and all at once. This is what I've wanted for so long, I thought. And I want so much more.