He Hit Me And It Felt Like A Kiss の小説・ストーリー

I think I already do. That kiss was a rude awakening.

"You may kiss your bride." As Dontrell leaned in to kiss me, the world felt like it paused. His lips met mine—warm and soft, but with an intensity that shook me to my core. The kiss felt like a slow burn—tender but with an edge of something sweet. The crowd cheered, their voices a distant echo. But it was the touch of his lips that consumed me.

🦋 FELIX 🦋 The kiss was soft and sweet, filled with a sense of longing and desire. As our lips touched, I felt a spark of electricity run through my body, a jolt of pleasure that seemed to radiate from the point of contact. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us lost in the moment.

Ace - Five Years Ago My heart sings as she gasps cutely, opening her mouth for me to invade it with my tongue. I risk losing myself in our kiss as she tastes addictingly good. Even with all the times I have kissed her, she tastes better every time and it inebriates my senses increasingly intensely. My heart jumps in my chest as I let my hands glide up her sides, pushing her clothes up as I press her into the fur. Her fingers entangle into my hair, pulling me closer.

Martha teased, her smile widening. “Yeah, really,” I smiled against her lips as I pressed mine against hers, in a gentle affectionate kiss. The sensation that flooded my body from the little kiss was mind-blowing, I had to hold her shoulders to steady myself. It felt like electricity and at the same time, it was like fireworks bursting out through my stomach. The heat surged through my body, and I couldn't deny that it was the most incredible kiss I had ever experienced. This was our first time, aside from that hasty hospital kiss, but both moments would be etched in my mind forever.

just the way I liked it! I felt goosebumps all over my body and a tingling feeling growing outwards.....and then he removes the knife from my hands and with one hand covering half my eyes and the other pulling me towards him kissing me deeply on my lips, a kiss that was so different from what i was use to have from him that i got drown in it, so full of love and passion that i got a bit curious as to why he kisses me like that so i open my eyes ....and than i felt like struck by thunder!!! "Hunter!"

Every touch, every press of his lips against my skin, ignited a blaze that consumed all reason. As his mouth found its way back to mine, the kiss deepened, his tongue seeking entrance with a fervent urgency. I welcomed him, our tongues meeting in a dance that mirrored the wild rhythm of our hearts. It was a kiss that was rough yet tender, a collision of two souls that had been held apart for too long.

Sophia. “Ahh!” I groan, kissing him with the same intensity he does. No, this is not enough. I need more. My heart is pounding as he increases the kiss. I am experiencing a delightful sensation, and my body is shaking as a result of how I am feeling. He’s making me feel good. This is all new. This sensation I am experiencing is new to me. I never imagined myself feeling this way. His kiss is fervent and loving. I have no idea it is going to be this wonderful.

Soft and Tasty Who is this wicked person who forced a kiss on my lips? Nobody has ever kissed me. I even tried to stay away from boys because my studies are my top priority. Then a man in the dark will kiss me and take advantage of me? For a brief moment, I was stunned. My knees were both trembling. I'm experiencing a strange creeping sensation within me. But damn, that kiss was delicious! The kiss engulfed my entire body, providing me with a luscious experience I had never had before.

The thought barely forms before his lips crash into mine. The kiss is brutal, searing, all teeth and fire. I gasp against him, my body reacting before my mind can catch up. My hands grip his shoulders, desperate, aching, and I kiss him back with everything I’ve been holding in. It feels like I’ve been starving for years, and he’s my first taste of food. Like I’ve been dying of thirst, and he’s the only water left in the world.