Kiss Her Perfume Novelas e Histórias

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.

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.

Chef kiss. With my ivory dress, my eyelids brushed with soft gold, and nude lipstick, I looked every bit like the sassy woman I envisioned. I had also swapped out my previous perfume for a more bold fragrance, blackcurrant laced with deep rose. Soft, but sharp. “I feel different,” I said to Lilian with a smile on my face. She mirrored my expression, her blue eyes sparkling the way they do when she's happy. “I hope this works.” I picked up the folder on my dresser. The one we've been working on for four days.

she says, like I should already know. “Hi,” they chirp in unison, offering identical little waves. I nod politely, unsure what’s happening. “I’ve been trying to get that perfume for months. It’s always sold out. Where'd you get it?” “It was a gift but it's my favorite,” I say quietly. She hums. “Of course it is. You don’t smell like the others.” Her smile is all teeth—friendly on the surface, but something about it feels… sharpened. Hailey rests her elbow on the table, chin in her palm. “It smells divine on you,” she says, her tone smooth but genuine. “I layer mine with sandalwood or a touch of vanilla—it softens the rose.”

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.

Quinn {'Inside all of us is a wild thing'} Orange. That's how she tasted. This morning she tasted more like a honey with a little mint on it. She had this fragrance of a branded perfume from Paris. Sweet yet alluring. And of course, with my eyes closed, I felt like I was soaring up above the ginger sky with my arms open wide on each side. It was the worst feeling, though. Opening my eyes slowly, I found her blue orbs were absence, hiding beneath her long and thick eyelashes while she continued kissing me-hard.

He loved to dominate, and he was going to do that. His other hand traveled down her collarbone as his lips left her mouth to pepper kisses down her chin. He caught her earlobe in his teeth and nipped at it. He kissed the back of her ears, and she tilted her head to the side as his lips traced the delicate skin of her neck. She smelt like roses and something he couldn't decipher. But she smelled nice. "You used my favorite perfume, huh?" He breathed against her neck as his fingers caught her left nipple. She whimpered. "You know why you're here, don't you?"

He could smell her cherry perfume and the expensive champagne, and she definitely knew what to do with her hands as it clung around his neck, moving up to his hair as she kissed him. They made out on the bed as he laid her down, getting on top of her slightly and caressing her well rounded body. She was a pretty girl with round lips and blue doe eyes, definitely someone who he would consider his type. He pulled her dress down and leaned back in to kiss her neck and collarbone when he heard a noise. A clatter of books and hurried footsteps.