Novel & Cerita Kiss Her Perfume

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.

“I pay attention to you. All the time.” Her smile widened. She stepped closer, close enough that he could smell her perfume, something sweet and spicy that made his cock twitch in his jeans. “Good boy. Then you know what I want from you.” Before he could answer, she reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him in. Her mouth crashed against his, hot and demanding, and Knox groaned into the kiss, his hands automatically going to her waist. She tasted like coffee and mint, and her tongue slid against his like she owned him already. He kissed her back hard, pressing her against the desk now, his body reacting fast.

Kina arrived dressed in a light peach gown, still looking beautiful with little makeup on. "Hello Louis, " she greeted cheerfully as she sat down next to me. "Glad you came, I hope I didn't bother you tonight, " I greeted with a friendly smile as she settled down placing her crocodile skin black Gucci bag on the side of the large table. "Of course not, I gathered you only doing my uncle a favour, " she whispered. I chuckled. The waiter arrived to take our orders before he left. Her perfume was different from before, Sweet citrus infused in jasmine and sandalwood.

Deep in my chest. And hell, she had kissed me. But I’d kissed her right back. And just like that, the memory came rushing back. Her lips. Her warmth. That split second when the world stopped spinning and it was just her and me, like it had always been meant to happen. I stopped a few inches away from her. Close enough to smell her perfume. Soft. Vanilla and jasmine. Sweet and haunting. Just like her. “Yes,” I said, eyes locked on hers. “Yes, you did. And it’s something you should never do again.”

I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips. "Shh, it's okay. Sleep, baby," I soothed her, gentling her hair away from her face. She nestled closer to me, seeking comfort in my embrace. I buried my face in her shoulder, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her perfume, a delicate mix of floral and vanilla. The sweet aroma filled my senses, calming me in a way nothing else could. In that moment, I couldn't fathom a life without her, my sweet girl.