Itazura Na Kiss Kissanime Novels & Stories

Instinctively, she licked her lips, only to meet his waiting ones. Without another thought, Ayaaz captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Both closed their eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of their raw and untamed passion for each other. Her heart skipped a beat as he began to devour her lips, tilting his face for better access. Ziniya, mirroring his action, reciprocated the kiss, her toes curling from the passionate grip he held on her. Her inexperience only fueled his possessiveness, and he deepened the kiss as if to forever seal his claim on her.

I swallowed hard as I watched in anticipation for the kiss to continue, but he kept looking at me with a mischievous grin on his face. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Go on your way," he replied. "I'll see you later." "You," I was disappointed. "That's all? I thought..." "I was going to kiss you?" He laughed. "Nah, my kiss is nothing special, you know." "Damn you Durelo," I hissed and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him in for a kiss and he laughed at me before giving in. - Kira -

Our lips touched softly at first and then Levi pressed harder. It was funny, I had always wanted to know what it was like to kiss Levi. This wasn’t how I pictured it happening, of course. Levi put his hand on the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss. He was really into it! His tongue slipped in my mouth and wrapped around mine. Were we supposed to use tongue? “And that’s time!” Joy said sharply. I quickly pulled away and laughed. “Not bad, Kole.” “Not bad yourself.” He grinned.

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

It was gentle and sweet loving kiss. "...You can never escape from me, my sweet little monkey. I will go to where you are." Yuuto whispered softly on her cold lips, "..The only one who can have you, is only me." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A few months later.. At temple of Amaterasu.. "Do it.."

"Sotomayor to the Italian. And no, I won’t let you look. I’m a guy, so I know what I’m talking about." "Doesn’t seem like it. If it’s the Italian, it’s not a ‘you know’, it’s a huge one," she hissed angrily, pressing her ear to the door to try to hear more. "Sotomayor is sitting on the Italian’s legs, and she’s kissing... are those drool trails?... Ew!" "Of course it’s drool," Namie rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Nothing’s worse than a clueless guy narrating sex scenes... Don’t you ever give sloppy kisses when making love to a girl? It’s the same—just with some changes." Her expression turned wicked.

His request hung in the air, charged with anticipation. Without hesitation, Kazia leaned up, her lips meeting his in a gentle yet electrifying kiss. It was a promise of the future, a pledge of loyalty and love that bound them together. In that moment, the weight of her past seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

Zarina gasps and thrusts her chest out further, pushing her tits into my greedy hands. The doors open with a loud ding, causing us both to jump. I chuckle and press a kiss to the top of her head, leading her out of the elevator toward our suite. As soon as the door to our room clicks shut, I press Zarina back against the wall with the weight of my body and slam my mouth over hers, thrusting my tongue in between her lips so I can finally have another taste of her. She moans softly for me, and then loudly as I tangle my fingers in her long hair and angle her head to deepen the kiss. A sharp thread of desire slices through me when I feel her teeth sink into my bottom lip.

“Huh? But Satou is a boy.” “…What?” Risa took off the straw hat, revealing a clean, short haircut. “I’m Satou Rishi from the baseball team. Same pronunciation, different kanji.” Takuto’s knees buckled. He nearly collapsed. Fate is messing with him. “You seem nervous,” Rishi said, unpacking. “Your face has been pale ever since we got off the bus.” Takuto stared at the nape of Rishi’s neck—there had been a red mole there in Risa’s past life—but it was hidden under the collar.

After roughly two hours of sitting in hell, the door finally opened and Akane walked in still looking like a goddess of seduction. "Why the sour face? your detention is yet to start" She closed the door and walked over to sit on the chair across the desk. "You made yourself feel at home on my sofa, don't you?" Hearing this Kazuma immediately stood up shylishly and walked over to her desk. "I'm very sorry mam" "Ooh, you should be, for harassing me there in class. you cunt". Kazuma bow his head feeling ashamed of what he said back in the class.