Novel & Cerita Kiss Her Perfume

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.

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.'

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

Marvin said out loud. "That is correct. Poor guy here checked in last night. One of the hotel staff saw a young woman inside his car as he gets a room. Nobody saw the young woman leave. You smell that? It is a very distinct scent sold by only one perfume company. It's called Kiss of Death." Andrew added. "How do you know?" Marvin asked because he doesn't look like a guy who would use a woman's perfume. "My wife has the perfume. It is very expensive but a lot of women are crazy about it. It's trending in social media." Marvin nodded.

His jaw tightens and I can see his fists clench slightly in his pockets as he drags his eyes up my body till they lock with mine again. He looks like a predator and I feel like his prey. I need to get out of here. “Sir, if that is all, I would like to-” “What perfume are you wearing?” he asks, interrupting me. “Black Opium, Sir.” I say, confused. It’s one of the scents Klaus got for me. He actually asked me to wear Burberry Her today but I liked this one better so I spritzed it on before dashing out the door.

She did more than just stop me, she kissed me back. Warmth blossomed in her chest, sparks igniting as I leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively, for the first time. The smell of her perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of her conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in my stomach. The warmth consumed me as she leaned into the kiss, her lips impossibly soft against her own. I ran my fingers through the silky flaxen I've always wanted to touch. My hands slipped down the smooth curve of her sides to rest on her hips as I drew her in, I allowed them to drift to her thick thighs and lifted her up on the counter.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

He asked, leaving her, motiong her to calm down, taking a deep breath she replied. "He told me himself and his scent, it's the same as his. I am not lying, I saw it myself." "That's it?" He asked, narrowing his eyes, "What? Do you need more?" "Persephone, It was jasmine. anyone could smell like jasmine." He sighed in disappointment, "And what about what he told me?" "Listen, Persephone." He breathed out, putting his hand on her shoulder, rubbing them gently. "No, you have to listen to me, Kriss. Please." She whispered, shaking her head but he smiled gently.

I didn't move, and Kester didn't like that. With a slow step, he closed the space between us and placed the dress in my hands, his fingers brushing against mine. He leaned in, sniffing me in, "Make sure to wear one of those sweet, seductive perfumes I got for you," he murmured, "The one with jasmine and vanilla." I shivered. "That's how I want you to smell today, Kasmine." I bit the inside of my cheek, my fingers curling around the dress with my heart hammering against my ribs.