Kiss Her Face Aesthetics Novels & Stories

Her complexion was warm and sun-kissed, a golden undertone that complemented the amber of her eyes with the coherence of something that had not been designed so much as simply, naturally arrived at. The contouring along her cheekbones was soft and considered, and a delicate champagne shimmer caught the light at the high points of her face with an effect that made her look, in certain moments, as though she were lit from within rather than without. Her lips were painted a muted rose-nude — full, unhurried, curved in a smile that Alessandro found himself studying for longer than was entirely sensible. It was not a shy smile. It was not a performative smile. It was the smile of a woman who knew

she whispered smoothly, her perfectly manicured hands lifting to rest casually against the tense, muscular expanse of my chest. She leaned forward until her flawless, porcelain face was hovering mere inches from my own, deliberately attempting to manufacture a moment of profound physical intimacy that only made my stomach churn with violent, visceral repulsion. She was undeniably beautiful in a completely clinical, terrifyingly perfect sort of way, possessing the kind of flawless, symmetrical features that artists spent their entire lives trying to sculpt from cold, unfeeling marble.

To her, it should be all other things before the feelings. "Now it's your turn to accept that humiliation, you suddenly became a questionnaire" She said sassily, the blue flecks in her eyes fierce and stunning. I stared at her beauty shamelessly. She is definitely beautifully created that every facial features I laid my eyes on appeared so perfect to me. "I want to kiss you, V" Her lips parted in surprise. "Kieran...." I walked to her. "And you want the same thing" I whispered. Her lips took a sensual shape. "Kieran..."

she mumbled. My heart swelled. Even with her messy hair and washed-out makeup, Fae was still beautiful. She had that almost heart-shaped face, an intelligent forehead, fine eyebrows, and thick, black eyelashes. Her nose was straight and her lips naturally red. Fae's fair complexion made her features stand out. She had curious, seeking, big dark eyes that could melt the heart of anyone who looked into them. Above all, she had a very expressive face. Even from a distance, her eyes and lips were easy to see. They defined her face so perfectly, as if they were drawn by a very good artist especially for this.

Killian murmured, cradling her face with a quiet possessiveness. He didn’t know what to do with this version of her. His hand moved awkwardly, patting her head in a rare, almost unsure gesture. Her broken whines gradually began to fade, quieting in his arms at the gentle caresses. As if her subconscious had started to surrender. Killian gently laid her head down. His eyes locked on her now-peaceful face. It bothered him deeply. How could someone look this beautiful? Flawless. Smooth skin. A delicate, small face. And when she opens those eyes... she looks like an unreal frail doll.

I put the cotton down. I reached up and pulled her nose gently between my fingers and she made an undignified sound and I cupped her face in both hands and brought it toward mine and kissed her forehead. Her cheek. The corner of her mouth. Her other cheek. Her nose which she wrinkled. Her chin. Her temple. One after another, small and deliberate and warm, until her whole face had been kissed properly and she was sitting there with her eyes soft and her ridiculous blush still present and looking at me like I had done something remarkable when I had only kissed her face.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

' After that, the phone has been hung up over there. Xiaoqi shrugged his shoulders and gave Kristen Oliver an unwilling look, then withdrew his eyes. Kristen Oliver just realized that she regarded herself as a model. When she arrived at the makeup artist, Kristen Oliver sat still and let Xiao Qiyi's dexterous hands wander on her face. In just half an hour, Kristen Oliver's face became heroic with a little prop. The magic is that you still look at the same face, but it seems different. The facial features are three-dimensional and angular, just like a male image.

Irresistibly so. "That was beautiful, Krista. Don't you think it would only be fair that she give you a little of the same?" I asked her quietly, my lips caressing her ear. Krista looked at me questioningly. "Sit. On. Her. Face." I explained. Krista's eyebrows crawled up her forehead, and then a big smile split her face. "Just wait until I'm inside of her," I told her softly.

She laughed pinching my cheeks slightly. "Come on, please tell me. I want to know what you did." She whined pouting. Her bottom lip popped out and she looked fucking adorable I want to ravish those lips again. My eyes were solely focused on her lips and her eyes, nothing else. Without hesitation, I captured those lips in an earth-shattering kiss. She is irresistible. Her lips are irresistible. She is making me irresistible. Her eyes are irresistible. Everything about her is irresistible. She doesn't know what she does to me.