Katara Kisses Aang Novels & Stories

That one way or another our reality might take it all away from me. “And you are going to scream at me too,” Katerina adds and smiles a devilish smile before she lifts herself up on her elbows and gives me a hot, mind-blowing kiss that’s got my blood boiling in seconds and my spent dick perking up against her thigh, all thoughts of doom and gloom gone in an instant.

I sighed as he raised his head to look at me. “With all my heart, I love you, Katrina. Forever.” He promised as he kissed me in what I thought was supposed to be a short and sweet kiss. But this is us. There is no such thing as a quick and sweet kiss. And this was no exception as the kiss quickly deepened. “Not to beaver block myself… but if you keep kissing me like that, we’re going to fuck, and Zio Damon said you have to recover first.” I moaned, regrettably pulling away from the kiss. The last thing I wanted was not to be kissing him.

No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue. I sighed with contentment when he pulled away. His kisses were magical. He grinned at me. “You ready?” I nodded. “Yup.” “First, we'll go to our knees,” he explained. “Find the sweet spot, where the balance is best.” “That's what she said,” I quipped. Bastian burst out laughing, stopping in his demonstration and nearly falling into the water. “Just get up on your knees,” he told me, splashing water at me with his hands.

I walked towards Angelo and gave him a kiss. "See you tomorrow. " ©#KCMmuoe

"What? Are you going to kiss me, bend me over, and fuck me right here in this comfort room?" I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "Yes," I admitted, my voice rough with desire as my gaze locked onto hers. The air between us crackled with tension, so thick it was almost suffocating. Katrina's eyes blazed with the same heat I felt coursing through my veins. She hesitated for a brief second, then, as if something snapped inside her, she leaned in and crushed her lips against mine. The kiss was aggressive, desperate, like she was pouring all her anger and frustration into it.

Sparse gray hair framed her gaunt, elderly face. When she saw Marigold and me walking hand in hand, with Daniel, now toddling along, her lifeless, dull eyes suddenly flared with astonishment. It was like a brief flicker of life in a dying flame. I smiled before saying, "Ms. Callaghan, I almost forgot to tell you—today marks 23 years since Mari and I met. Don't you think it's a wonderful day to celebrate?" "You… You…" Florence stammered, but no coherent words came out.

He stared intently into her eyes. As if searching through the depths of her soul. "I love you, Amanda." In a blink of an eye, their lips brushed against each other. Kissing passionately. Tongue to tongue. Lips to lips. Saliva to saliva. Katalina pumped Hunter's cock. With every up and down motion of her hands on Hunter's cock, the billionaire couldn't stop from moaning in between their deep kisses. "Ohh. Ahhh." Hunter's kisses went down on Katalina's neck.

The little minx looked me in the eye and licked her lips. That little gesture alone sent me and my wolf over the edge. Teague pushed forward to share control as our lips crashed together. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was all nipping and biting and tongues tangling together. I tried to dominate but Kat refused to let me, giving as good as she got. Next thing I knew, she broke the kiss, shoving me back hard against the door.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and tangled my fingers with her hair, pulling her closer as I attacked her lips with my own. Katerina kissed me back, wrapping her own arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. I lowered my hands to her bum, squeezing it as I rolled my hips against her own, moving her hips over me, forcing her body to match my own rhythm. I stood up with her in my arms, wrapping her legs around my torso, I smirked into the kiss when I walked to the bed, laying Katerina on it. She raised herself on it, laying on the pillow, watching as I stripped myself off my shirt.

And when his lips finally brushed against hers, it was as if a dam had broken inside her. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if they were both testing the waters. But it didn't stay that way for long. The moment Esteria responded, pressing her lips more firmly against his, El-Kharis deepened the kiss, his hand slipping behind her neck to draw her closer. His cool lips moved against hers with a hunger that matched her own, a need that had been building since the moment they first met.