Isabella Paradise Kiss の小説・ストーリー

Outside the movie centre, I became friends with a petite beautiful lady who had come to Gut's Island for nearly the same reason as mine. She was heartbroken. "Since I came, I have never felt so peaceful in my life like I do. Everywhere is serene to mourn and get over the past incidents." Her name was Selena Sepals. She works in one biggest companies in the country yet no stable and genuine lover. At this time, we were seated in an open space with people passing by.

Stripped of everything I'd been holding it up with all morning. His mouth found mine. Hard. No preamble. The kiss arriving full and certain and complete — the way he did everything, like he'd made the decision three steps ago and was only now collecting on it. My phone was somewhere. My hands were in his shirt. His hands were lifting me — the desk behind me, him in front, the city twenty floors below and the office empty around us and my skirt— "Daemon." Isabella's voice. Loud. Clear. Cutting through the office like a blade thrown from across the room.

He spoke softly. He moved even closer and I inched toward him, his breath fanning on mine, before he slips into a kiss, and the knot in my stomach freed with happiness. He didn’t kiss me roughly, it was gentle, almost as if he were scared to break me, it was calming, his hand still playing with my hair and his lips, moving against mine, our eyes closed as I savored this moment, never in my life did I think I would share a kiss with a mafia king.

ISLA With that, he seized my lips in the fiercest kiss ever. His head swinging left and right as if to find the perfect position to devour me. He thrusted his tongue deeply into my mouth, swirling it and tasting every corner of my mouth. His hands wrapped around me firmly. I returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, the butterflies having a fiesty party in my stomach and bursting repeatedly, spreading warmth throughout every fiber of my being. He pulled me closer till I felt his bulge, it didn't take me a minute to feel hot all over, my pussy throbbing badly and craving to be penetrated by his big cock. I clung to him desperately as the kiss deepened. All of a sudden, Robert swept me off my f

she firmly said and gently holds onto my hand to lead me to her bedroom. I submissively followed her inside her room. Immediately, she initiates an intense kiss. I instantly felt the bulk growing inside my trouser. Our lips are locked with each other, accompanied by a gentle moan as our kiss intensifies. I can feel the heat rushing through my body from the warmth of her lips leaving me breathless.

“What is this?” She lifted her head. Smiled. “A gift, sir. For everything you have taught me.” He shut the door. Locked it. The sound of his belt unbuckling was thunder in the silence. Isabella rose gracefully and walked to him. She took the belt from his hands, folded it once, set it aside. Then she kissed him (slow, filthy, promising ruin). He groaned into her mouth, hands already sliding under the shirt to grip her ass. She broke the kiss and whispered against his lips, “Let me take care of you tonight.”

it was at that moment that Isabella saw the opportunity she needed, she approached Tristan's ear with a smile and whispered seductively "I need you to Tristan make me yours" Those words were enough for Tristan to fall into Isabella's trap, inside his delirium, and the need to have his cock inside her and to feel her hot pussy, to make love to Larissa in that instant, made him imagine that the woman he had in his arms was her.

She closed her legs tightly trying to suppress the pleasure that smuggled through her, but nothing was quenching this burning thirst that her body and pussy felt. Perhaps a kiss would do. If she locked her mouth against his for a minute; perhaps all of this thirst would die off. Isabella leaned in and kissed his lips, taking his lower lips into hers for a few seconds before pulling away. “Thank you for the ride, Daddy. I will get going.” Confusion washed through Ignazio and he watched her sheepishly for some seconds. “Going?” No princess. You can't go. You can't kiss me and go off.” He pulled her back by the neck, slamming his lips against hers.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

Isabella opened the door and was surprised to see Isaiah waiting for her. He stood with his back to her as he stared out the window. “What are you doing here?” Isabella asked curiously, closing the door behind her as she walked closer to him. He turned swiftly towards her, without a response, he marched up to her and crashed his lips on her. The kiss was rough and hard— so fierce and possessive, she wrapped her arms around his neck as their tongue tangled together leaving them utterly breathless.