Isabella Paradise Kiss Novels & Stories

I waited for his response and the only thing I could see, was his lips getting twisted with mine and having that great feeling you acquire when you in love. "Well...let's make things easier ....give me one you would like to smell on me and never want to leave my chest" he said. And when I looked at his chest...oh God! He was brawny,stacked and built, medim sized,so attractive with his broad shoulders ,he was on a formal white shirt and a white vest underneath, I could see him naked just right there, from what I saw. "I gave him one woody one called 'Al haramain Sheikh' which was worth $70, and he quickly took off his Bottega Veneta Wallet, anf I was like 'WHAT THE FUCK'!

His lips slightly brushed against mine and at this point, it took everything in me to just hold back from pulling him into a kiss. “I’ll always choose you.” He breathed one last time before connecting his lips to mine, sending sparks of electric down my spine. I kissed him back hungrily, my hands already wrapping around his neck as the kiss deepened. A hand made its way under my dress and I held back a moan when his warm fingers roamed around the back of my skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. Draven parted his lips and started leaving trails of wet and hot kisses down my neck, his teeth nibbling on my soft spot, causing an uncontrollable moan to escape through my lips. I lost

Andrea said, Isabella quickly came back to her senses, shaking her head to wave the unholy thought racing in her mind. She's met to hate this man in front of her, why does her body still yearn for him. She pushed Andrea off her, but Andrea pulled her back and immediately locked his lips to hers, kissing her desperately like her whole life depends on it. Isabella wanted to fight back, but her body was screaming yes, she gave in to the kiss, and kisses him back passionately. Andrea lifted her from the ground and placed her on the bed,kissing her roughly and passionately, Isabella moaned slowly, but she came back to her senses when Andrea's hand moved towards her v spot.

When she stood before me, naked and perfect, my mother's emerald the only thing on her body, my breath caught in my throat. I stepped under the hot spray and held out my hand, she took it without hesitation and stepped in with me. I pulled her to me, my mouth finding hers in a kiss that was raw, and deep, and hungry, this was not a kiss of comfort. This was a kiss of claiming, of a man who needed his sanctuary on the eve of their new life. Isabella gazed up, her hand wrapping around my dick and her lips slightly parted. Her cheeks were flushed and I couldn't tell if it was an outcome of the steamy shower, or our intimate position.

Without hesitation, I reached up with my bandaged hands and pulled his face down to mine. Our lips met. The kiss was soft at first, a test. Then he responded with a surprising hunger, and it deepened into something more. His arms came around me carefully, mindful of my injuries but unable to resist. Over his shoulder, I could see Isabella's expression transform from frustration to pure, murderous rage. She stood frozen, watching the man she considered her property kissing his actual wife with obvious passion. After a long moment, she turned abruptly and stalked away. The moment she was gone, I broke the kiss, pulling back with a sharp gasp.

She grabs me, clings to me as if she's about to sink. Reason no longer exists. The world no longer exists. There is only her. Only her and me. Again. --- Élise I lose my footing. I give in, again. I kiss him with rage, with anger. My hands slip under his shirt, I want to feel him, mark him, annihilate him. I hate him. I hate him as much as I love him. He lifts me, carries me against him. The table. The wall. It doesn't matter.

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I whisper, "Ding, Ding, Round 3!" Pulling him down close enough to nip at his bottom lip, Dragon curses under his breath in Spanish, then crashes into me. The kiss was a bayou storm—untamed, all-consuming, devouring the space between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. I was the drought-parched earth; he was the lightning strike. Our tongues clashed like two weather fronts, and when he bit my lip, I tasted copper and the promise of rain. Flipping me onto my back, his laughter muffled against my mouth. His hands roam but linger at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I nod, breathless.

We kissed like we couldn’t stop, like we didn’t want to. My hands gripped her waist, my mind lost in the sensation of her—the feel of her body, the taste of her lips, the way she made me forget everything but this moment. I kissed Isabella with wild passion, unable to hold back. Her expressions were captivating, her moans urging me on. I bit softly along her chin and neck, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. My hands slid down to her breasts, cupping them tightly. As I pressed them in my palms, her reaction was immediate—her eyes darkened with desire, her lips parting in a gasp. She was enjoying every second of it.

I said with a twitching smile at the corner of my lips , I loved how dirty she talked, it is usually a great turn on for me , I normally never spoke with anyone I was having sex with for more than seconds , we usually just pull our clothes and get to business. Still on her heels she lifted her lips to mine smashing it gently and forcefully all at once , I felt a sweet wave clout in my head like pregnant clouds , lifting her hands,she cupped my cheek, while sucking it in , I helped her unbutton her blouse , she wore a long sleeve blouse and a short ball skirt which barely covered her skin , after successfully unbuttoning it , i pushed her to the bed , rolling untop , I began working my hands