Novel & Cerita It Was Only A Kiss

"I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them." "Ma'am, actors kiss all the time. There would be no sentiments attached. All you have to do is shut your eyes, tilt your head to a comfortable side, part your lips and brush your lips against his. " The photographer painted a vivid picture, obviously upset by the attitude I displayed. Felix looked at me for my consent. I reminded myself that all the kisses I ever gave to Clyde were fake and I reminded myself why I accepted to marry Felix. I then pulled close to Felix and did as the photog

It was a kiss unlike any other—gentle, yet filled with an underlying hunger that left me trembling. I responded instinctively, my lips parting to invite him in. His tongue danced with mine, a slow, sensual exploration that made my head spin. It was as if he were tasting me, claiming me with each stroke, and I couldn't get enough. His kiss was a promise of pleasure, a tantalizing preview of what was to come.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Not again. “Adrian…” I whispered after a while, not even sure what I meant to say. He hummed in response, his hand resting lightly on my thigh now, not possessive, just steady. “Kiss me” I said . His lips grab mine, we kiss so passionately. It wasn’t Daniel’s kiss. It didn’t taste like love or history or promises. It tasted like relief, like something momentary, something that didn’t demand forever. His hand moved up my arm, his touch slow and unsure, like he was afraid I’d shatter.

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

Let me tell you something, I have been kissed only once in my life before and I was thinking that was how a kiss was supposed to feel like but this, Tristan kissing me, the way he brushed his lips softly against mine as if waiting for me to deepen the kiss anytime which only made me want him more, this was exactly how a kiss was supposed to feel like.

I am too young that time. I closed my eyes tightly when I suddenly step forward towards Mr. Woods and kiss him. It was just a fast and a swift kiss. I immediately step back and stared at him. He is looking at me eyes widened. His lips parted while staring at me. "Goodnight, I will get inside already. Bye." I uttered nervously and left him there. What the hell did you do, Kellah Fazandra?????

I started. "It'll wash up on shore," he said, then leaned down and kissed me. I quickly lost myself to the kiss, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. His hands went to my sides, pulling me in closer. As we stood there, kissing, another wave crashed against Dean's back. My feet lost their grip on the ocean floor, but Dean stayed steady. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter.

You got a date with who and where'? Our friendship was drastically crazy, we never even said a hello to each other but we just went on top of the hill with my story and the feeling was amazing. Having a friend who just gets you like none other shit. It was unbelievably amazing. "Bitch! Just don't tell me it's that Scottish fella....Jesus! That look! Is it him? Oh my Word slut he asked you out?" She yelled. "Shut the fuck up! Stop screaming this vulgar they'll think I'm a real slut! " I, said .

“Geez. If you think that was me flirting, you seriously need to learn a few things, buddy.” “You’re right,” he murmured, moving in closer. So close. “I suck at flirting. I’m much better at just plain kissing.” And he swept his mouth against mine.