Kiss Her Perfume の小説・ストーリー

It was like I could see right through her, right into her soul. She leaned in close, her lips just inches from mine. The tension between us was electric; our bodies were close enough to feel each other's breath. I could smell the scent of her perfume—intoxicating and sweet. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against mine, the kiss soft and tender. We lingered there, savoring the moment, before she pulled away, her eyes still closed. When she opened them, she found me staring at her with a look of pure adoration. "That was perfect," I whispered, my hand still resting on her cheek.

He inhaled sharply as I began to grind up against him. I turned around to face him again. His hand was still in my hair, and I fell into him. He smelled so good, like clean soap and a light, woodsy cologne. My eyes flutter shut as I lifted onto my tiptoes and kissed him. It started light, but quickly became more as kissed me back. We continued to dance on the floor, kissing and swaying to the beat of the music, for a few long minutes. It was heaven. He broke from the kiss. “Have you ever been in a limo?” he whispered into my ear, his hands tightening on my waist. I loved how I felt with him touching me.

She stopped when she reached me, keeping a polite distance. “Sorry for the wait,” she said. No trace of apology in her tone. I ignored her words instead taking in a whiff of her scent like a man possessed. I knew that scent. It was one I obsessed over after she left. “You still use it,” I said before I could stop myself. Her brows drew together. “Use what?” “The perfume,” I said quietly. “Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Baccarat Rouge 540. I gifted it to you, remember?"

I told her honestly to which she got confused but gave me a little bit faint smile in the end. "Oh well poor him, as I told I'm not interested in him," Liza Said while sipping her cocktails again and I was sitting beside her with a shocked face. I couldn't understand why. "Why are you not interested in him? He's hot and whatever." I said. WHY CALLED HIM HOTNESS? "AH" Liza sighed and came near me, her mouth was near my ears placing her hand on my shoulder. "I'm not into guys" My breath hitched for a moment when her warm breath hit my ears, Damn this woman smells so good. WHICH PERFUME DOES SHE USE?

she chokes quietly and places her hand over mine on her stomach. As if confirming Kelly's theory, a gust of wind blew her in my arms. Our faces were a breath away from a kiss and we make eye contact. I could smell jasmine, but Kelly wore a vanilla musk perfume. "Jess wore jasmine perfume, do you smell it," I ask in a choked whisper and she nods lightly. I give her a kiss and feel our tears mingle between our cheeks. She moves to straddle my lap and runs her hands in my hair. I break from the kiss after a moment and lay my head on her chest. I let out a calming breath and she strokes my hair.

Is that his way to lure them and so that they come begging asking to be touch by him? I irritatingly open my eyes and gritted my teeth while frowning. I almost forgot that he's a freaking playboy that's why he's a good kisser. He knows how to kiss a women in a way that they could resist him. And I am one of those foolish women because I almost lost by it. "Signora" I flinch and straighten my back when I heard the familiar voice of Pierro behind me. I gather all my wit and erase the frown on my face before I slowly turn around to face him flashing my innocent face.

he praised in a husky whisper, his breath warm against her ear. “You're a pretty good dancer yourself,” she said slowly, trying to focus on the moves. Concentration was impossible, with her body molded to Phoenix's from chest to thigh. “And you smell delicious,” he murmured. “What's that perfume you've been wearing this weekend?” “Ange ou Demon.”

Afraid that if I did, she would disappear, just like the mirage that she was. She stopped right in front of me, looking at me with those mesmerizing eyes and she put her hand on my cheek, rubbing her thumb over my lips. I took a deep breath. Her perfume, a sweet, floral scent, was intoxicating. It filled my lungs and made my head spin. She leaned in and kissed me, her lips so soft, and her breath smelling like mint. "Hi," she said, in a voice as silky as her skin. "I've been waiting for you., All my life." She purred into my ears, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

he called and she raised her head up to look at him. “I....” his head started moving towards hers and her heart started beating furiously. She closed her eyes. ‘Rachel, open your eyes. He is going to kiss you. Wake up!’ Her subconscious shouted at her but she ignored it. Her heart begins to pound as his lips brushed hers, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale her breath and the taste of her lips. He kissed her like the way she has wanted to be kissed, the way she had imagined her first kiss to be. Soft and moist and hot and breathy.