Kiss Her Perfume Novels & Stories

“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.

She was interested in his course, chemistry and how it related to the promise of enhancing perfumes. He asked her what she placed in her perfume that made it seem so simple and yet complex as though it were organic. “…and familiar?” she asked her eyes now transfixed to his. She removed his glasses and reached out to kiss him on the lips. “…familiar?”. She repeated and he could scent the Neroli so near now he was actually breathing it. “Yes.” He could only reply.

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.”

“Then why are you here?” “Because when I kissed you, I felt something.” She closed her eyes. “I felt it too.” Another pause. Then— “I hate you for it,” she whispered. “I hate myself more.” And then it happened again. Another kiss. But this time—slower. Angrier. Wetter. Their mouths collided like grief meeting hunger. He gripped her waist like she was an anchor. She kissed him like he was a mistake she wanted to make again. But she stopped first.

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.

she pouts, her tone and attire are like a large dose of cold water, but she is wearing the perfume I bought her, the one that smells like Cassie and it has me hard in an instant, just the slightest whiff gets my motor running. She sauntered over to me and placed her hand on my cheek turning my face towards her and kissing me, pressing her breasts into my chest and rubbing my bulge with her other hand. I still her hand and push my hips towards her, closing my eyes and letting the perfume envelope me. I press our bodies together and she lets out a slight moan at the contact before I turn her away from me and lay her gently on the desk. Wrapping her hair around my hand I slide her skirt in over

'' She finally answers. My body eases at the smell of her fragrance, the same exact perfume that she have been using for years now; Bombshell by Victoria's Secret and I can't help but say it has been my favourite when she wears it—not because it has a certain seductive smell but because it mixes well with her own scent. I lift my head up, looking into her eyes as we are only inches apart before seeing them open again, looking into mine with slight hesitation in them but I know that deep down, we're both slightly needing and mostly confused.

The desire in her voice is unmistakable. She’s so beautiful. Wild, red hair, pale skin, soft body, and addicting smell. Jasmine and vanilla. My mate’s natural fragrance. And now, add the smell of her arousal. The scent that drives me crazy. “What else do you want, baby girl?” I mutter in between our kisses. My fingers still playing with her puckered small nipples. “I want you to make me feel good, Kill.” She’s still straddled on my lap and grinding her hot center on my erection. Her fingers hold unto my hair, pulling me closer, deepening our kiss.

Because after all those years I tried to shrug him off my shoulder, but he wouldn't stop chasing me. I think I should break everything. "Don't call me Alpha Kijani, but Kijani,'' he came close to me and softly kissed my cheek, whispering. "You smell so good, I love it." He inhaled my scent. "What perfume is this?" "It's Jasmine." I shivered, I know he rescued me back then, but he's the only one I can trust presently, who will never mislead me. "How was your day?' "It was fun, good.'