Novel & Cerita Kiss Her Perfume

Her pheromones accelerated by the ones she was given and she smells like sin about to taint your heart ugly and stray your soul from the Goddess. Never needed the Goddess though. All I needed was my brothers, the rest didn’t matter until her…now…maybe forever? My hand reaches out to her cheek, the one that feels like fresh peach after harvest. Small, soft and definitely warmer than my icy hand. She leans to my hand, she’s so horny she goes as far as to kiss it and words can’t describe whatever’s happening. I cup her neck. Graceful, creamy and so delectable given the chance I’d mark her.

It's hot as hell. We take the kiss deeper, and I lower one hand to grab her ass on the outside of her dress, squeezing and grinding her against me. Her perfume's something dark and sensual that makes me think of dirty talk and rough sex, and her body moves restlessly against mine as if she needs more. She slides her hand up my chest, her fingers sweeping around to clasp the back of my neck.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

She let him in and the fire in her was awaken by a tingling sensation through in between her thighs. “D- Demir” her hands buried to the wall as she felt the rush through him. She missed him and there’s no way could find herself to be left out of nowhere by him. His kisses were magic spell on her that made her give in all the time. Pouring herself to the drowning place with him was the most beautiful mistake she had in her life. She missed the scent of his perfume and the husky voice he had was making her knees tremble. “I want everything from you.”

“Of course, ma’am.” “I’ll be there when I’m ready.” She hung up. Kira finished her lipstick and pressed her lips together. Checked her reflection. Red. You know what a red lipstick means? Bossy!. She stood and walked to her dresser. Her perfume collection sat on a silver tray. Expensive bottles. Some she’d had for years. She picked up one in the back. A small crystal bottle with gold detailing. Chanel No. 5. The same perfume she’d been wearing the night she met Adrian.

And then, he kissed her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t a loving kiss. It was a kiss filled with anger, with hate, with longing, with all the conflicting emotions that were tearing him apart. It was a kiss that said I hate you and I love you all at once. It was a kiss that said I want to push you away and I want to pull you close. It was a kiss that was messy, and rough, and desperate, and perfect.

She said, moving aside my button-up shirt and placing sweet kisses on my chest. I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me. "That's nice." I said, referring to the kisses. She looked up at me curiously. "What do I smell like to you?" She asked. I bent my head and kissed her softly. "Desire." I said, growling at her playfully. "And love." I added. "I didn't know love had a smell." She told me. "Oh, it does, mate!" I assured her.

I longed to peel back her layers, knowing in my heart that her perfected exterior, as stunning as it was, paled in comparison to what lay beneath. "Hello." The greeting rolled off my tongue as I reached for her small, soft hand, bowed ever so slightly at the hip, and lifted her delicate fingers to my lips. The faintest scent of perfume graced the air as her pulse beneath my touch thumped in beat with her racing heart. It was floral—jasmine and lavender. The aroma entered my breath, filled my lungs, and marked my memory for eternity.

I longed to peel back her layers, knowing in my heart that her perfected exterior, as stunning as it was, paled in comparison to what lay beneath. "Hello." The greeting rolled off my tongue as I reached for her small, soft hand, bowed ever so slightly at the hip, and lifted her delicate fingers to my lips. The faintest scent of perfume graced the air as her pulse beneath my touch thumped in beat with her racing heart. It was floral—jasmine and lavender. The aroma entered my breath, filled my lungs, and marked my memory for eternity.