Kiss Her Perfume の小説・ストーリー

She leaned towards me, so I can hear her and I did the same, acting like I was surprised of what we have in common. “Nice!” I shook my head, flashing her my smile. “Those earrings, they are so dope!” I complimented her and gently slid my finger under her ear, my fingers touching the skin of her neck as I inspected the silver jewelry. I was leaning so close to her face that I could steal her kiss right now. Her still fresh perfume smelled like a flower, but I wouldn’t know which one. It didn’t matter, anyway. This was a one time thing. She was a challenge.

The scent of her perfume is an intoxicating aphrodisiac, driving my lips down hard onto hers and kissing her with passion. I expected her to fight me off, but she surprises me, opening her mouth and brushing her soft tongue against my own. She's absolutely irresistible, her sweet, cherry-flavoured lips just melt against my own. As a teenager, I often imagined what it would be like to kiss her, but this eclipses all expectations.

I smirked and walked over to her. Her sexy perfume made my body full of desire as I stopped in front of her. "Aww, thank you, baby." Kiara smiled and looked down at the rose in my hand. "A rose?" She beamed and flicked her eyes up to mine, saying, "I love roses." I closed the distance between us and pulled her closer. Damn, I loved this woman. Her lips kissed me back as her hands went to my neck. Soon our tongues explored each other’s mouths, and we made out for a bit in front of the house.

KEAL The kiss I gave her was a promise, a prelude to something deeper than the playful game we’d just finished. I could feel the heat of her skin, the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my lips as I trailed them down her neck. The scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, filled my senses, and a possessive, tender hunger bloomed in my chest. I didn’t want to take her right here, not yet. I wanted to savor. To worship her body first.

The choker looks so damn good around her neck, decadent and sexy. "Okay, you may kiss me," she says softly. "But do it nicely and attentively, alright?" Her plump lips pout invitingly. Her eyes demand my submission. I draw her close, feeling the substantial weight and warmth of her body. Her heavy breasts press firmly against my chest. I kiss her full lips gently at first, my hand resting on the wide curve of her leather-clad hips. When my lips part for air, she slips her tongue inside, gliding hot and wet against mine. I respond eagerly, unable to hold back. "You need this so badly, do you not?" she breathes. Her breath smells surprisingly sweet, her perfume intoxicating.

"You two… have known each other for a long time, haven't you?" Her tone was questioning, but her eyes—sharp like a hawk's—made it clear that she already knew the answer. Her gaze was so piercing that it made my skin crawl. After a moment of tense silence, I forced an awkward smile and pulled her aside. "Eleanor, I…" She took out her phone and showed me a photo. "Ivy, I came across something recently." I leaned in and saw it—a record of me purchasing contraceptive pills online. The quantity was significant, enough to last two or three years.

It would only be for a week - I couldn't be away from the hospital any longer - but I wanted it to be the best week of our lives. I was lying there with my eyes closed, thinking about all the changes happening so quickly. Well, not really that quickly. I smelled her perfume when she entered the room. It was the same one she had worn since she was twenty. It was her scent - floral, but with a touch of honey. I stayed quiet. "What a handsome man!" she whispered, and I felt her lips brush against mine. "Wake up, sleeping beauty," she whispered, and I opened my eyes. "It was a true love's kiss." I held her waist and pulled her onto my lap. "How was your day?"

“For every bruise… every scar… every moment you couldn’t protect me.” I closed the distance cautiously, letting the words settle between us. My lips met hers slowly, deliberately, a soft promise rather than a complete surrender. Every nerve in my body tensed, part relief, part restraint, part fear, as I kissed her. I could feel her trembling, feel the weight of her horror and shame, and I held back my full desire, my full need, because this was about her, about healing, not about my gratification.

She leaned against the door frame, posing in a way she clearly thought was seductive, her eyes dark with a forced heat. "Kael," she purred, stepping into the room. The scent of her perfume, it smelled like something floral, I wasn’t too sure about it, hit me, and I nearly gagged. It wasn't the scent of rain and earth that I craved. It wasn’t the smell of Darius, not like I would ever admit those words out loud. "You've been so tense all day. I thought maybe you needed someone to help you... relax."

she said, which wasn’t necessarily a confirmation that she would go if he asked her. What would she do if he leaned in and kissed her? Would she let him? Would she like it? The scent of her floral perfume was intoxicating as he stared down at her. Smooth, porcelain-like skin called out to be touched, caressed. She was looking up at him, her teeth working her bottom lip back and forth in anticipation. Did she want him to kiss her?