Katara Kisses Aang Novels & Stories

Kei informed her. Kate snaps her head up and looked at Kei straight into his eyes. "No, Kei. I'm ready to tell you my answer now." she firmly announced. "Oh, hold it right there. Let me just take a deep breath and get myself ready." Kei closed his eyes as he took a deep, calming breath. Afterwards, he opened his eyes again. "Okay, I'm ready." he finally enunciated. Instead of opening her mouth to say something, Kate steps closer to Kei. She raised her heels, as she claims Kei's lips for a sweet kiss.

she laughed, tears escaping her eyes. "Only if you give me a kiss," he requested, his face close to hers. "Katherina..." The brunette gazed into those eyes she adored, licked her lips, and gave him a deep kiss that quickly turned passionate. She sucked on his lip slowly, and in a swift motion, Tom was in his place with her on top. They continued in that kiss until Katherina moved her lips to his neck, kissing and biting him, trailing down towards his torso. As Tom shuddered, she smiled in satisfaction. She kissed his neck again, making her way back to his lips. They looked into each other's eyes, their gazes unwavering, and both moaned as Katherina, with ease and agility, freed Tom's member

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.

Katara looks at the prince while sleeping, he has good features. Thick eyebrows, long lashes, a pointed nose and kissable lips. Damn! She would like to taste his lips just for once, she's curious what it would be like to kiss a prince. Maybe they also taste expensive, and royal. She's imagining a taste of gold, weird right? But of course she wouldn't do that, she wouldn't kiss him while sleeping because it doesn't mean he's a man he doesn't need a content. Consent should work vice versa, both men and women deserve it.

Kota growled, then laughed. "It wasn't even worth doing now that I know what a great kiss feels like," Cage defended himself. "So you really like kissing me?" Kota persisted. "No, I love kissing you." Kota sat back up, continuing her movements rubbing her brother's cock between her pussy lips and looked Cage in the eyes.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

Phoebe would get help and get me out of here. Fuck you brain for this thought. “You’re hesitating. You’re lying. aren’t you?” Nella sneers. “I am not. You’re far away from me and I was waiting for you to come closer. I’ll love to kiss you Nella. If it’s okay with you.” Don’t gag Kayla. Keep it down. She comes closer to me and I hear Phoebe retch. Nella’s eyes turn dark and She’s about to turn towards Phoebe but I kiss her lips.

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I whisper, "Ding, Ding, Round 3!" Pulling him down close enough to nip at his bottom lip, Dragon curses under his breath in Spanish, then crashes into me. The kiss was a bayou storm—untamed, all-consuming, devouring the space between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. I was the drought-parched earth; he was the lightning strike. Our tongues clashed like two weather fronts, and when he bit my lip, I tasted copper and the promise of rain. Flipping me onto my back, his laughter muffled against my mouth. His hands roam but linger at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I nod, breathless.

I forgot to care about how we should be more careful around the premises and clutched his face between my hands, kissing him back. “Well?” he asked, unlocking his tongue from mine a minute later and pressing his forehead to my brow. I looked up into his eyes and squealed out the elated sound I’d been containing all day. When I began to jump up and down, he laughed. “Really?” he asked, looking relieved. “Your design was chosen? Ah, hell, baby. That’s amazing.” He stamped his mouth back to mine for a hard, brief, congratulatory kiss. “Which one was yours?”

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."