Novel & Cerita Hot Kiss Love

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

Going on top of her, he kissed her neck rather roughly and when his lips touched her spiky nipples, she threw her head backwards in pain and pleasure because he was grating her left nipples with his teeth while his hands squeezed on her right. Kissing her torso, he put his pinky in her deep navel and she didn't know how but it made her ache down there wanting him to just do anything to her pussy. His lips stopped at her panties' waistline and he looked up to see her, loving the way she was moaning, he placed a wet kiss in between her legs and though as she still had her panty on, she could feel his lips, it made her sit up to push his face away from her opened legs.

I did the same, whereupon his hands went on an exploratory tour. I didn't know what he was getting at, but didn't say anything against it. Only when one of his hands was on one of my thighs did I stir. "Stop, I think that's enough," I gasped, panting heavily since he was clearly way too good at kissing. "You have no idea how much I would love to lay you here," he murmured, totally aroused by our passionate kiss, which made me skeptical.

I close my eyes, inhaling his familiar, comforting scent. “I love you, Hannah,” Alex murmurs, cradling my face in his warm palms as we pull apart. “I love you too, Alex,” I reply, rising on my tiptoes to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. Alex’s hands roam down to my waist, pulling me flush against him as my fingers thread through his hair. I pour every ounce of my love for him into the kiss, and I can feel him doing the same. His hands begin to wander over my body, leaving a trail of delicious heat in their wake. I moan softly against his lips, and his tongue delves into my mouth in a sensual dance.

Desperate to calm him down, she instinctively leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, a tender kiss meant to silence his anger. Their lips met, and in that moment, the intensity of Haider's anger began to dissipate. Ameera's touch, her love, had the power to soothe the storm within him. As their lips lingered in the kiss, a mix of passion, vulnerability, and understanding flowed between them.

Hoonie said sincerely. Sheena looked at him and smiled. “I love you too, Hoonie.” She replied. Hoonie leaned closer to her and then pulled Sheena’s body to his body by grabbing her waist. He slowly moved closer to her face and then closed his eyes. His lips touched Sheena’s lips. Sheena’s eyes widened. ‘This is my second kiss! Or should I say, first? My kiss with my ex was not real, right?’ Sheena thought. Sheena then slowly closed her eyes and kissed Hoonie back. She wrapped her arms into Hoonie’s body and they were kissing passionately.

He pulled back long enough to allow Keanna to take a quick breath, smiling at her and then resumed the kiss, destroying her last defenses with it and sweeping them away. Keanna felt him push one finger up inside her, crooking it, looking for the little bundle of nerves he knew would finish this. And as he found it and swept his long finger over it, a final and devastating assault, Keanna jerked her hips and gave a loud cry. She began to come uncontrollably, and as her head fell down onto his chest, Haggoz suddenly cupped her face and kissed her lips—a lover’s kiss, sweet and gentle, nudging her lips open with his tongue and then biting down gently and teasingly on her lower lip. He raised on

“That’s how you want to play it, right?” Before I could answer, his hands framed my face again, warm and sure, and his mouth crashed into mine with no hesitation. His kiss was nothing like the one he’d pressed to my cheek. This one was fire. Tongue. Heat. His lips moved like he already knew exactly how I liked to be kissed. I gasped into it, caught completely off guard. Across from us, Noah’s voice came out low and hungry. “Damn. That is hot.” Dennis’s eyes darkened. “Let us turn the heat up.”

"Hunter was wrong when he said I have no feelings for you." "I know." Without hesitation, his hands come up to frame my face, by my jaw, tilting my lips up as he descends. Then he kisses me, a kiss so heated and intense, it burns clear to the bottom of my soul. He opens my lips with his tongue, invading me angrily, passionately, capturing my lips in a deep, long kiss, his tongue probing and stroking mine. What sweet, delicious torture his kiss is. No matter how many times we have come together in the last couple of weeks, the heat has never disappeared

Casey's POV: I'm so happy to be with my men. Not that I liked my truck tore up but seeing them made it less shitty. I'm currently straddling Lincoln in the car, waiting on Malachi, when I start kissing all over Lincoln's tear stained face. I feel him smile against my skin as I kiss his soft lips. The kiss instantly heats up becoming a make out session. He pinches my ass making me moan against his mouth before slipping his tongue in against my own. God he's a good kisser. I can feel him harden underneath me and I start to rub my covered core against his hard length. He moans out "Angel fuck you feel so damn good"