It's In His Kiss Novel の小説・ストーリー

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

she replied, and she wasn't ready for when he captured her lips again. He wanted to go rough again, but she held his shoulders, slowing him down so the kiss turned slow. By that, she was able to make out his taste. He tastes like mint and smoke... It's a mixture of both... Like frosty bonfire. Even his taste is cold? There's definitely no end to this man's coldness. The kiss got broken softly, and she immediately rested her face in his shoulder, inhaling him. "I met aunt Odessa" she told him.

YEAR 2010 “One brief kiss. How can it still be in my head?” as he stirred for the nth time in his bed clutching his favorite pillow. He tried to dismiss the kiss as a result of Mandy’s drunkenness. Although she was not drunken at all. She got tipsy alright but it’s one that went away almost immediately after a cup of black coffee.

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He gripped my waist tighter making me gasp. Taking the chance he invaded my mouth. Holy..Jesus...I'm going to die with this sweetness. Gripping his hair tighter I kissed him with all force to meet his hunger. The kiss was passionate. Rough yet gentle. He kept me in place as I was falling on him. After like hours we separated. Freaking Isabella Kingston had her first kiss with a hottest man on earth her husband Aaron Kingston! His thumb came to my lips caressing it. His next words really took me to Mars..

When his sculpted, muscular form suddenly lunges at me, his robust, veined hand gently cradling the back of my head, he crashes his lips onto mine with such intensity that all I can think is, "Isabella Vega, what in the world have you gotten yourself into?" While I may not be completely sure about this, it doesn't seem responsible to pull away now that his incredibly kissable lips have finally met mine. Instead, I reciprocate, allowing our mouths to meld together. Was this a kiss akin to those in the novels? To some extent. Was I foolish enough to fall for it at this moment? Absolutely not, but not for the reasons you might think.

Her breath caught, and she turned her head slightly to meet his lips with her own. The kiss started out tender, slow, almost like they were testing the waters. But then, something shifted. A spark ignited between them, and the kiss deepened. Daniel’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Tasha responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips. The rhythm of their kiss grew more insistent, more urgent.

He closed the final distance. The first kiss was not an attack; it was a conquest. His lips met hers with exquisite slowness, a meticulous exploration. They were softer than she had imagined, but the pressure behind them was undeniable, demanding. He knew how to kiss. God, how he knew. His mouth moved against hers in a hypnotic back-and-forth that drained all strength from her knees. She sank against the wall, and her body molded itself to his in an act of instinctive surrender.

“Let’s find out.” He leaned in, his mouth claiming hers with a fierce urgency that stole her breath. It wasn't a gentle kiss, but a primal, possessive act. His lips were soft, yet demanding, tasting of sandalwood and a faint, intoxicating hint of whiskey. He angled his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue, hot and insistent, plunging into her mouth.

But not for Kara anyway. He is holding a cup of coffee in his left hand, his macbook in the other. "Good morning Kara!" he brightly greeted her, showing off his deep dimples and perfect white teeth, completing his morning charm with a wink. Nevertheless, it did not brighten her always dreary mood, not even a notch.