Kiss Her Perfume Novelas e Histórias

They obeyed. The scent of her perfume hit me harder than it ever did, roses and lilies. She used to believe that it was my favorite perfume, she always had it on when I came. Katherine stood before the mirror, dressed in white silk, brushing her hair as though nothing had happened. The fire behind her burned low, its glow licking the edges of her reflection. She caught my gaze in the mirror and smiled faintly. “Dominic. I wondered when you’d come. After last night, I would have thought that you’d come by earlier.”

she breathed, her voice already husky. I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring every second. My mouth moved from her lips to her jaw, then down the elegant column of her throat. I licked the sensitive spot just beneath her ear, feeling her shiver and arch beneath me. Her scent—warm skin, faint jasmine from the oils used in her hair, and that unmistakable feminine musk beginning to bloom—filled my lungs.

"I won't fall in love with you if that's what you're worried about. I'm over that." I inch my face closer to hers, slowly. Until the tip of our noses are almost touching but not quite. I could smell her, a mixture of dew and grass and my favorite perfume of hers– was it Chanel or Hermes– honeyed orange blossom. Her breath quickens, I moved closer to her lips. My eyes are still on her and I see hers darkening, I feel the heat rising from her skin. I lingered for a few more seconds before pulling back. Her face flushed scarlet. In embarrassment or disappointment or rage. Maybe even all three.

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.

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.”

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

He captured her lips again and this time around, the kiss was rougher than before, but that didn’t make it less delicious. “I can’t believe you of all people allowed something so shady to be done under your roof.” She said when the kiss ended and he lifted her up so that they were in a sitting position. “You pretended to be the good and righteous guy.” “I am the good and righteous guy.” He replied, kissing her neck again, not surprised when her arms went round him. She hugged him to herself, making him take in the lovely scent of her perfume and shampoo. He trailed kisses around her face and nibbled on her ears, finding out in the process that it was one of her sensitive points.

I couldn't see her face properly but i could see her body. She wore a short skirt and a little bow top that only covered her nipples. She moved towards me in a seductive way. She placed her hands on her shoulders before kissed my lips. I tried to reach for her ass but she slapped it off. "Don't touch until i say so," She said and i instantly fell in love with her voice. She climbed on top of my body and circled her hands on my neck. She rocked her body on my erection. She kissed my neck. She took my hands and placed it on her ass. She smelled like rose and caramel.

she said, playfully hitting my arm. “Thanks for coming! I have this totally lame article to do on the Keller’s and I know jack shit about fooseball,” I said, shutting the door. She hooked her arm in mine and feeling her skin warmed mine, loving the feel. Remembering … her feel. Damn she’s even got that perfume on that drives me wild -- Estee Lauder, Beyond Paradise. Ohhh that’s the stuff. What I wouldn't give for an evening between Hailey's paradise just one more time.

“Of course.” He steps forward, places a dutiful kiss against her cheek, and leaves. She waits until the echo of his steps fades. Then she inhales once, precisely once. The scent lingers on the air, feminine, deliberate, alien. Hazel’s gaze returns to the mirror. Her own perfume sits on the vanity: white gardenia. Pure, distinct. Nothing like roses.