Novel & Cerita Kiss Chasing

Damir replied, his voice trembling slightly as he raked a hand through his disheveled hair, his panic palpable. “And the motion sensors in the east wing are tripping one by one. Someone’s navigating the halls, but there’s no identification ping to track them.” My heart seized in my chest, a dreadful realisation washing over me. “Kira, Valerie, Amara—they’ve already left for the border?” I asked sharply, dread tightening my throat. “They just rolled out a minute ago,” Jace confirmed, his fingers flying over the screen of his tablet, eyes glued to the data stream.

The man’s lips were cool against hers, pressing and gliding as though a parched soul had found a sweet spring, drinking eagerly. The girl felt a fire ignite all around her, her teeth almost brushing his in their closeness. The kiss was heated, possessive, and impatient. Harper’s face flushed crimson, her eyes flickering with a mix of frustration and disbelief. Chase gazed at her, satisfied to see her catch her breath slightly, and a sly smile curved his lips. “Say one more word about us not being close, and I’ll kiss you until you beg me to stop.” “You… you rogue!”

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

Chase whispered, his voice softening into that deep, reverent tone that never failed to take my breath away. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a slow, deep, grounding kiss that wiped away every bit of pre-game tension in the room. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss, reminding me with every touch that no matter how chaotic the rink outside became, what we had built between us was absolute, unbreakable steel. When he finally pulled back, his breath was shallow, his eyes blazing with a fierce, possessive heat. "Stay sharp behind the glass tonight," Chase murmured, his thumb lightly brushing over my bottom lip. "It’s going to get ugly out there."

', Chase thought Nishma stared confused at him and then suddenly her phone rang. She answered the phone and listened carefully as the caller was scolding her. Chase smirked and knew what her next action would be as he ignored her as she had done for the past few years. "FOLLOW ME. NISH, I have been WAITING FOR YOU", Chase's demonic obsessiveness thundered in his head as he smiled at the employees of K&K CORPORATION. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

I was swimming in pleasure as he decided to move slowly while kissing me. "Fuck Khalil," I whimpered as he finally left my lips to suck on my neck. At this point, he could give me a hickey. "Yes baby," He answered in a husky deep tone, and, for some reason, that turned me on the more. My face turned and could explode at the cute endearment as he kept on attacking my neck. Why was I doing this? Why was I enjoying it so much? "I don't give girls flowers! I'll give you good wood tho-"

River lined himself under Kiera, feeling her pussy dripping over him. "I'm ready," Chase whined as he pushed into her mouth, holding her head as he jammed himself all the way down her throat. "You're going to suck my dick so good, little mate." He chuckled as she gagged, trying to adjust to his width, and suddenly forced down her airways.

Kachi said, leaning up on one elbow, “that I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.” Tasha’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Oh,” Kachi agreed, a smirk playing on her lips. She leaned down, capturing Tasha’s lips in another deep kiss. “Now, where were we?” Tasha moaned into the kiss, her body already responding to Kachi’s touch. Kachi pulled Tasha close, her arms wrapping around her waist. “Let me take you away,” she whispered, her lips brushing against Tasha’s ear. “Just for a little while. We can leave all this behind and be free.”

Chase looked up at her with surprise, his expression quickly morphing into an intense hunger. "What are you doing?" he muttered, tilting his head in confusion, the faintest hint of excitement tinting his voice. Suddenly, Jada leaned in, claiming Chase's lips in a hungry kiss, pushing him backward in his seat. Chase's eyebrows furrowed together, his confusion fading almost instantly into arousal. Her body leaned into his, her hand resting delicately on his chest, while his fingers curled into her hip. As he pulled her closer. When Jada's lips parted, a moan escaped, unable to stop herself. It was as if her entire body had become attuned to his touch.

As soon as I open to him and our tongues meet, I’m a damn goner. For someone who doesn’t make a habit of kissing, he’s fucking great at it. His mouth is hot and wet, our tongues tangling, fighting for dominance as we devour one another and finally give in to all that pent-up, chaotic want. My hands are in his hair, his shove their way up under my shirt, covering my breasts and squeezing so hard that my mouth leaves his as my head falls back on a gasp. “These fucking tits,” Chase murmurs as he kisses down my jawline, lips sucking against my neck. Hard. That’s going to leave a mark. “Need to see them,” he growls, teeth nipping at the tender skin of my throat.