Novel & Cerita Hungry Kisses

Zara said, breathless with something like courage, “if we don’t make it—” He cut her off with a sharp, rough kiss. It was not gentle. It was not ceremonial. It was the kind of hunger that had been starved for seasons. It was a claim and an apology rolled into a single motion. She answered because there was nowhere else to put the fear. Their mouths were fierce and immediate, each kiss an insurance against the world’s hunger.

I whisper back, tears of joy streaming down my face, as I capture his lips in a hungry kiss. #######################

Hungry for him, all the consequences are already out of the window. I am not thinking of anything but this moment. All thoughts are bundled up in my head. I just want this man, and I want him now "Kiss me" he reaches for me and I lose all control. Smashing my lips to his, I pull him closer as I grip unto his waist desperate to be even closer to him. I knew it was going to feel like this, I already felt it before his lips met mine. I finally feel complete, kissing this immortal being makes me feel like I am home. He moans into my mouth and I feel his tongue as it dances rhythmically in my mouth. I want more, I push him roughly until his back hits my car door. He doesn't budge, he just presses

He landed with a soft grunt, his eyes, dark and glazed with need, fixed on her. She didn't give him a moment to think. She descended upon him, her body covering his. Her lips crashed onto his in a kiss that was all hunger and no finesse. It wasn't gentle or exploratory; it was a claiming. Her tongue pushed past his lips, delving into his mouth with a desperate, searching intensity. The wet, sloppy sounds of their frantic kissing filled the air, a raw soundtrack to their loss of control. They lapped and sucked at each other's mouths as if trying to consume the very air the other breathed, as if they could never, ever get close enough.

he whispered, staring hungrily at my dry lips. I swallowed hard as I stared into the depth of Lucas' eyes. His gaze was dark and dangerous as if threatening to kill anyone who gets in his way. Without another word, Lucas leaned in and took my lips into his for a hungry kiss. His palm snaked around my neck as he pulled me in for a deeper kiss, devouring my lips voraciously. My eyes popped as I stared blankly into space, trying to process what was happening in split seconds. It was sudden and unexpected, but I couldn't resist kissing him back. As Lucas's lips met mine, a surge of excitement coursed through my veins.

Lucas murmured in a husky voice. Anna Marie knew what she wanted. "Yes, I'm hungry. For you." Not waiting for a response, she leaned down and kissed him. Pressing her lips firmly to his. Lucas groaned and met her. Returning the gesture with hunger. Rie responded eagerly, parting her lips to receive his hot tongue, dwelling, and exploring. He growled and deepen the kiss. In a fluid motion, she found herself flat on her back, comfortably surrounded by crushed petals. Wrapping her arms more firmly on his neck, she pulled him down, wanting to feel his weight on hers.

He was hungry and hungry for her. The kiss deepened, igniting a passion that burned hot and fierce between them. Marisol's soft moans mingled with Cedric's low growls as they succumbed to the irresistible pull of desire, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

He leaned down and captured my lips with his. The kiss was desperate and hungry. It held all the pent-up frustration, the unspoken fear, and the intense longing we had ignored since the night we met. He kissed me like a starving man who had finally found sustenance. The cold night air vanished around us, replaced by a rushing, overwhelming heat.

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

I felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra