Novel & Cerita Hot Kiss Love

My breath becomes heavier, I feel his hard manhood between my legs, and my body feels heat with every passing moment. The anger in his eyes fades to pleasure. Heat. Something soaked in intensity and satisfaction. What does he want? Rape me? Slap my face? "A Kiss." His voice resonates with warmth, a thoughtful feeling so close to my mouth I can taste it. "What?" My eyes widen in disbelief at his request. "A kiss is your price of making me sad, and the proof of my love." Then his lips touch mine, softly, only a whisper. A range of heat drops to my spine at the lightest brush of his mouth on mine. I need more.

It was not a strange fact that she was flaming hot! I lunged myself next to Hardin, turned his head to me by bracing his face. Then attacked his lips with mine. His posture froze for a second before his tongue delved in my mouth. Tasting me. Sweet taste of mint and cocoa mingled together. I didn't know if I was drugged by Hardin's lips on mine but I could've sworn I had Faith's sharp intake of breath. Or maybe a gasp. Like I said, I didn't know if it was due to the way Hardin's tongue licked mine that fogged my mind. Somehow kissing Hardin infront of Faith felt hot. Way too hot for me to handle. And damn me if that didn't turn me on.

He pulled me toward him, capturing my lips in a kiss that was sudden, fierce, and intoxicatingly hot. My breath hitched sharply as a wave of pure, liquid heat flooded my chest. Unlike Dutch's steady, protective warmth or Ronan's raw, thunderous strength, Tristan kissed me with a sharp, wicked precision that felt like playing with fire. His lips moved against mine with possessive, demanding intensity, his tongue tasting the cold rain on my mouth and replacing it with a searing, addictive heat.

She wiggled her buttocks, hoping to send him a signal of some kind. His chuckle was low and throaty. "Getting anxious, are you? I like that. My shy little flowers is coming into full bloom." He placed an open-mouthed kiss on each cheek of her buttocks before leaning over her and rubbing her cunt with his clever fingers. He knew exactly where and how to touch her to heat her blood and make her nerve endings sizzle. The urge inside her to explore further with him, to push the erotic envelope, grew stronger each time they made love.

She could feel the heat radiating off him, the intensity of his gaze igniting a fire deep within her. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers with a softness that belied the storm raging within him. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened, his mouth claiming hers with a desperate hunger. Sasha’s arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer, her body arching against his as she lost herself in the feel of him, in the taste of his lips and the warmth of his touch.

His lips brushing against my ear Our hearts beat as one I smile as tears of joy escape my eyes "Roman," I whisper. Love in my voice. "I love you too." Roman's lips meet mine. Soft and gentle. Our kiss sends shivers down my spine. Time stands still. The world fades leaving only us lost in our love. Roman's lips devour mine. Passion explodes between us. Our confession ignites an uncontrollable fire within us. We stumble to the ground together. Hands roaming, clothes shed Skin to skin. Our bodies entwined. Roman's touch sends shivers down my spine.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

Wind and weather permitting, in those days, he will love her in return. ”Goodmorning sir” Amy announced just as she bumped into Jack and his mistress caressing at the foot of the stairs. He halted the kisses and smooches. Turning to Amelia who at this time is frozen in fear for his response. “You are annoying! Pathetic peasant!” Flipping her hair while sighing with such disgust for Amy’s presence, Miss kim seductively drew closer to Jack, planting kisses on his lips without rush. Just savoring them as though she wanted to remember every bit of the sensations. Amy understood the message Kim was sending. It is that of ownership, boundaries and superiority. She gets it. To Amy, she has no busin

His gaze was intense, filled with a desire that mirrored my own. I reached up, pulling him closer, and our lips met in a heated, passionate kiss. The world around us seemed to dissolve as our mouths moved together with an urgent hunger. His lips were warm and firm against mine, parting to deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangled, exploring and teasing in a dance of desire that left me breathless. The kiss was a perfect blend of softness and fierceness, our bodies pressed close, feeling each other's warmth through the heat of the moment.

“Please, soooo cooooold” I don’t even hesitate. I press my lips against hers fiercely. Claiming every lush bit into my mouth, parting her lips with my tongue. Tasting her. My hands are tugging at all her cold spots and she moans as I grab her ass. I clutch just below at her thighs swinging her beneath me so I’m fully mounted on top of her. The space between us is getting warmer and she’s starting to kiss me back… finally. I grab at her neck holding her captive in my hands, sucking her lips, trailing my tongue down her neck, and I can feel her lift her body up into me. She’s so responsive to my touch. It’s killing me. I keep working over her with my hands creating heat where her body shivers.