Novel & Cerita Ji Eun Purple Kiss

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.

And he found it hard to blink, for his eyes were glued to hers. The prince pulled his hips back slowly and stopped moving. Ezra felt a slight pull on her insides, which he had left behind. She gasped for air, feeling the aftershock of an orgasm. Then... again, Ezekiel leaned forward, planting a kiss on Ezra's lips and whispering into them. "I love you." But he hadn't had his share of climax yet. So... THRUST! "Oh!" "Just a bit more, Ezra... a bit... more..." Ezekiel whispered.

"Why did you say this, Chili? I like you because you are Cecilia. I'm seriously wanted to stay with you. Not just for my entertainment." "Then, if I'm not Cecilia, do you still like me?" His brain froze for several seconds. All he managed to said was, "What did… you mean?" "The truth is, I'm not Cecilia Lancia. My name is Han Ji Eun. An ordinary girl who come from South Korean, a country in another dimension. The reason why I'm here because I have to make amend for my previous action." She rose from her chair and bowed deeply. "I'm really sorry for giving you the troubles. You can reconsider our relationship. I will take all the responsibility because of deceiving you."

“Why is my love life a topic in your group chat?” “Everyone is curious about it. Look, they even sent a photo.” Jane handed Vivi her cellphone. In it was a photo of her and Leo walking down the path to her house with a bouquet in his hands. Thankfully, Leo was wearing his mask. “So is it true?” Isabelle asked. “N-” “Of course!” Vivi felt herself getting pulled by the waist. “Good morning,” Leo said, as he leaned over to smell her hair. Vivi pushed him away, quickly glancing around. To her relief, the lobby was deserted save for them.

we giggle against each other's lips as we carry on making out. Kye picks me up and places me on the counter as he peppers kiss down my jawline to the mark on my neck. I place my palm on his chest which causes him to look at me confused. “Not here, they can hear and see.” I shake my head. Kye rolls his eyes as he looks at me, “Okay fine, care to do the purple circle thing that makes us move areas in seconds? We can leave breakfast for later.” he winks at me as he nuzzles his head back into the crook of my neck.

he whispered, voice low and hesitant. “No, no,” Jaiyana interrupted, her voice shaky but earnest. “I wanted that kiss. Please forgive me. I just…” Before she could finish, Kaplan leaned in once more, capturing her lips with renewed intensity. The kiss was deeper this time, charged with longing and emotion, and Jaiyana responded in kind, her heart racing and her breath catching as the moment stretched between them. Every glance, every brush of their hands, every shared warmth drew them closer, the world around them fading into a quiet, private bubble of connection.

For a fleeting second, she imagined she was just another woman meeting a lover on a sunny morning, the city stretching wide with possibilities. But reality snapped back as her eyes caught movement. A man brushed past their table, tall, broad-shouldered, his face shadowed by a cap. He didn’t look at Dante. He didn’t even look at her directly. But as he passed, something slipped from his hand onto the table. A violet. Her breath caught. The delicate bloom rested on the white linen like a splash of blood. Its petals trembled faintly, as though mocking her. Emilia’s hand twitched toward it, then froze. She didn’t have to touch it to understand—this wasn’t a gift. It was a message.

I gave him a serene, quiet smile. “I’ll see you to your chambers?” he asked softly, his hand brushing against the doorframe. I nodded. “Yes,” I murmured. Then, on instinct, I leaned forward and pressed my lips lightly to his. A soft, deliberate kiss—one that promised interest and connection without revealing the thoughts I kept hidden. Kael froze, dark eyes widening. I pulled back slightly, letting the kiss linger in his memory. His hand rose to his lips, brushing over them, as though confirming what had just happened.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

Davina's POV: The kiss in Ezra’s study was a dam breaking, a torrent of unspoken desire finally unleashed. His lips, firm and possessive, held a raw hunger that mirrored the unsettling pull within me. When he finally broke the contact, our breaths mingling in the charged air, his dark eyes held a possessive intensity, a claim that both terrified and ignited a forbidden thrill deep within me.