Novel & Cerita Hungry Kisses

ISABEL Harvey's mouth crashes into mine with brutal, desperate hunger. This isn't gentle or sweet like Ares. Isn't controlled and possessive like Marco. This is raw, angry and almost violent in its intensity. He kisses like he's been starving and I'm his first meal in months, like he's been holding back for so long that now, unleashed, he can't control himself. It can't be anything other than pure need and obsession. I respond with equal desperation, my hands fisting in his bloody shirt, pulling him closer.

He licks my lips again, making me crave a taste of his. Finally, I get up and throw myself at him; I've had enough of this little game. He lets me and meets me in my kiss. We kiss passionately and for a long time before he takes control, lifting me and placing me on the desk, positioning himself between my thighs. I feel his long shaft pressing against my stomach; I'm dripping wet, addicted to this sensation. He rubs against me, making me want to take him inside me completely. His lips find my neck, he devours it, his lips move down to my chest. He tugs at my blouse, tearing it. We've gone mad; all that matters to me now is this hunger that needs to be satisfied.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

I grabbed his jaw and kissed him. Not a peck. Not a fake act. A hard, hungry, reckless kiss that stole my breath before I even thought about it. His mouth was hot,and when his lips curved into that smug grin against mine—he kissed me back. Deeper and slower, His Tongue brushing mine like he had all the time in the world and he wanted to ruin me with every second of it. The sponsors exchanged a look, their smiles were wide like they were satisfied. My stomach twisted. And Hunter? He pressed in closer, one hand sliding brazenly to my hip, gripping like he owned me.

I yelped as he suddenly grabbed me and lifted me up in his arms, capturing my mouth in his. The kiss was fierce and passionate, a mix of longing and pent-up desire. Hunter's lips moved against mine with a hunger that mirrored my own. The weightlessness of his embrace made my head spin, as if we were the only two people in the world, lost in the intensity of our connection. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling in the space between us. "Tatiana," he whispered, his voice laced with longing. "I've missed you so much."

"Since the moment I saw you at the creek, I’ve been starving. Every time I leave you, the hunger gets worse." He had leaned down, and his kiss hadn't been the soft, tentative thing the village boys offered. It was hungry. It was demanding. He had nipped at her lower lip, a sharp spark of pain that was immediately followed by a wave of heat. He had growled into her mouth—a sound of pure, unadulterated want. "I'm going to devour you," he had breathed against her lips. "Slowly. I want to know every part of you." The Present

His eyes darkened, and I knew he was telling the truth with his heavy breathing. My lips quivered, forcing my lips to smile. “Are you still hungry?” I asked, closing my eyes. Afraid that I will be the one to break it, that I would allow him to touch me, kiss me, and take me. “Yes, Kitten! I’m hungry... starving for you.” Blake lowered his head, snacking on my lips as he sucked my bottom lip. I moaned, weaving my arms around his neck. He wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me to the kitchen. He molded his mouth into mine, making me feel how hungry he was from kissing me. He gently sat me at the kitchen counter, but my legs remained wrapped in his waist, feeling his manhood, which als

I caressed his cheek before kissing his lips, softly, passionately, until our kisses turned into hungry, french kisses with our tongues dancing together. "I'm really sorry, Fenris." I softly bit his lower lip. "I will do anything to make it up to you." "Anything?" He pulled me closer to him. My wetness felt his manhood poking. I met his eyes and the glitters on his stares were so tantalising that it was making me lose my mind. I was drowning in his gaze while he was massaging my boobs. I bit my lower lip before I reached for his lips again. I kissed him like I was a hungry girl, eating and licking ice cream. Oh fuck, he tastes so good. His sweet kisses were so sweet; a marshmallow that made