Novel & Cerita Kirby Kisses

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

I wouldn't deny the fact that I feel fly at this very moment. This was my very first kiss in my entire life, and I'm getting it from no one else but my brother's friend on his birthday. Suddenly I felt something ticklish intrude into my mouth, and it made me want to melt in his arms. Kyle didn't as much as give me space, he burrowed into my mouth and at the same time, he began to move his hands down my back and further down to my hips. This felt magical. I had no idea this is what it feels like to be kissed. I had played this scene over and over in my head, but I had no idea this was actually what it felt like.

I rolled my eyes dramatically, feigning exasperation, but the heat still bloomed vibrantly in my cheeks, a delicious flush that betrayed my inner delight. Ryder, of course, couldn't resist. He leaned closer, his head dipping until his lips were at my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin, sending goosebumps dancing. “If you get syrup on it, Luna,” he whispered, his voice a playful purr, “I’ll just have to lick it off you later. Very, very slowly.” I shoved playfully at his shoulder, laughing despite myself, and he caught my wrist with an easy grace, his fingers firm yet gentle. He brought my hand to his lips, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to my knuckles before finally letting go, his eyes

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

“A kiss.” I could hear my heart that was thumping so fast. The raise in my body temperature was evident to say my cheeks had turned red, even though I couldn’t see it. “W-what…” I stuttered. “One kiss, one piece of information.” He winked in a flirty way. I pushed him by his chest as he raised his hand to stroke my cheeks. He started to laugh as I shouted “You pervert!” He wouldn’t stop laughing while I threw daggers with my eyes. “Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.”

the pastor turns toward Bastian, who stands nervously behind Gabe as the best man. Bastian pulls a small box out of his pocket and hands it to Gabe. He opens the box in front of me and removes a beautiful silver ring with a single-set diamond in the middle. As he slips it on my finger, I lean toward him, wanting so badly to kiss him right there. I stop myself, though. It’s not time yet. The best kiss of my life is coming and I have to be patient. Once the ring is on, the pastor turns to me. “Harper, repeat after me.”

Lou's breathing is driven, in jerks, droplets of sweat crawl down his temples, fall on his sharp collarbones. She reaches for the screen, licks her lips. Smiling. He asks to kiss her. He reaches for the webcam with his lips. It's hard to think of something more stupid and tender than this kiss. And then she turns off. Maybe by herself. Or maybe the Internet is just disconnecting.

He really did like me. I leaned over and kissed him. The world was tipsy and wonderful, but somehow incredibly right as our lips met. His hand grabbed the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in the mess of my ponytail, pulling me closer to him. I slid across the leather seat, heat and desire searing through me. All I wanted was to kiss him, to touch him, to be with him.

Alex watches as Kir's eyes change from blue to black and back to blue. Kir slowly moves her hands, freeing them from Alex's grasp. Alex, too mesmerized by Kir's eye color flickering back and forth between blue and black, doesn't realize what's happening. Kir wraps her hands around the back of Alex's neck and pulls him gently forward until their lips touch. Alex snaps out of his daze and takes the opportunity to kiss Kir. The kiss starts out slow and gentle, but the pace is increased as Kir gently tugs at Alex's lip.