Novel & Cerita Kiss Her Once For Me A Novel

The wheels in her head were turning; I could feel her nerves and doubts. “That was incredible,” she said with a smile. “You were my first, real kiss and it was everything I hoped it would be.” Her hands found its way to the necklace Ellemea gave her and she squeezed the pendant in comfort. “First, real kiss?” I questioned. She nodded sadly and I wanted her to elaborate more on that because there was definitely a story there. “Kira,” I pressed my lips to hers again. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Baby steps.”

My hand snaked behind her head, pulling her for another kiss, closing my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her lips over mine. Her lips caressed mine, kissing me back slowly. It was a passionate and deep kiss that lasted a few seconds till our lips broke apart, both of us gasping for air. She opened her eyelids and glanced at me. She bit her lips and blushed, then rushed back inside, leaving me alone outside. Did she just kiss me? And I kissed her back. I touched my lips, feeling surreal. Her lips were soft. I remembered the first time she kissed me. It was on the night of the accident when I held her body, waiting for help to come. She told me she wanted her first and last kiss with me.

“Show me her! Not her letters! Her!” The ghost chuckled, the sound curling like smoke. “You’ll see her when you've finished reading.” A single page floated down in front of Vincent, shining brighter than all the others. He grabbed it eagerly. The words pierced his eyes: “Vincent, I kissed you once because I wanted to know if you were really human. But your lips felt like fire, and your breath burned my lungs. I thought that kissing you would turn you into a man. But you remained a fox. I am just a girl, and now I'm all alone.”

You did so l have to make you understand that l don't need liars. With that l sealed her lips with mine. Her lips taste like honey was smeared on them and they are lilac soft. I deepened the kiss under her widely open eyes. After some time she kissed me back. She doesn't know how to kiss. Am sure this is her first kiss. Later she wanted me to release her but l kissed her more fiercely while my hand trolled at her back. She moaned. A beautiful small moan at that.

"I pray she never wakes up!" Whoever she is, she seemed to be very evil. Even if she wanted my husband, wishing me death was very extreme. I was tempted to open my eyes and look at her. To stand from where I lay, unplug the IV drip from my hand, stride to where they stood, and land a slap on her face. Before I made up my mind on what to do next, I heard it. The soft, familiar sound of a kiss. It was as if I had been expecting it to happen. I was glad I saw nothing. But the slurps and moans tore my already broken heart apart.

"Tell me Kitten, where did you learn to do that? I thought you said you were waiting for your husband?" "I am. I've never even kissed anyone before you." "So, I will get all your first?" He asked as he ran his finger over my clit. "Yes" I moaned. "That's very intriguing. I think I like the idea of being your one and only. But tell me, Kitten, if you’ve never done that before, how are you so good? That was one of the best I’ve ever had." I blushed and bit my lip, unsure if I should tell him about my books.

She didn't even flinch away, she just returned her eyes to my face, "He loves you.” “Well, I love him too,” she admits in a whisper, “I can’t believe you’re so chill about that.” I shrug. I don’t mind, but I also don’t want to just talk about him the whole time. She said she likes me, so I want her to prove it. “Kiss me once,” I whisper back. I can almost hear her heart stopping, “I just want one kiss." "I’ve given you a lot of kisses, apparently," she says, looking down at my lips and licking her bottom lip as is preparing herself.

She turned to face me, her expression unreadable. “I never told you to keep your hands off me,” she replied, her words a challenge, an invitation. And that was all it took. I closed the distance between us in a single step, crashing my lips onto hers. The kiss was fierce, hungry, our tongues tangling in a dance that left me breathless. Her taste was intoxicating, her softness a stark contrast to my urgency.

It's hard to control when she touches me like this. "Take it slow, love... We have whole night" I breathed out. "I want you inside me... Nothing more, nothing less." Her parted lips are still on my cheek. She is the first woman who has kissed me on cheeks and it hit different. Fuck she is the only woman who has kissed me. It feels like a love not lust. Getting rid of her panties she slowly took me in, her walls clenched around my cock. I threw my head back but it didn't stop her from kissing my chest.

If she never lets a man touch her, does that mean…? “F*ck!” I didn’t know I was smiling until a chuckle escaped my throat. Damn, It was her first KISS!! A surge of pride and pleasure spread through my veins for stealing her first kiss and for unknowingly helping her get rid of her insecurities. And also, the satisfaction that nothing happened between him and Alina. She is mine! And mine Alone!