Novel & Cerita Kiss Him

I said angry that he is making it seem irrelevant to talk about her and what I feel. He stood there looking at me for some time then moved closer. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make seem like I don't want to hear you out. And she is not my lover, you are." He gave me a kiss on the lips and I immediately pushed him away. I knew that with him kissing me I would melt in his arms and not tell him my thoughts.

" You don't have to be alone, Knox " " I am not alone, I have you " He cups her face in his hand and leans forward to kiss her. His lips were soft against hers and she enjoyed the way he kissed her, soft and affectionate. Kira moans as his tongue finds its way into her mouth, he sucks and nibbles against her lips, it made her feel hot all over. Knox was w good kisser, that much she couldn't deny. He had a way of making her feel all pent up just after one make-out session. Yet he never went too far, it was almost like he was kissing her just to enjoy the sensation of having her there with him and not because he had any sexual desires.

"Kiss me already." Time seemed suspended as our gazes locked, heavy with unspoken desire. In that charged moment, he bridged the remaining distance between us, his lips crashing into mine with a raw and fervent passion. The world around us blurred into a sea of sensation as the intensity of his kiss consumed us both.

I sarcastically retorted earning a low laugh from him. See? He's guilty. It was his fault in the first place. Yeah he will take full control over the kiss but that doesn't mean he can remove my clothes too. "That's how I kiss, darling. Yours is a punch kiss right? Mine is different" he smile sheepishly. I shot a glare at him. "What's wrong with my kiss? Punch kiss or not, it still consider as a kiss" I fireback. "Ah huh?" He wiggle his brow. "Just so you know my wife, I don't consider it a kiss if only the lips is involved. That's not exciting" he wink at me.

I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more. He fisted my hair in both his hands and backed me toward the sofa. When the backs of my knees hit the cushions, I began to lower myself, and he came with me most of the way until suddenly, he broke the kiss to pull back and study me. The moment my spine hit the couch with my hair splaying around my face, he grinned and set a knee between mine while burying one of his hands in my hair. He began to lower himself on top of me before stopping a few inches from contact. His gaze fell to my mouth. “What’s your favorite movie?”

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

His caress was like a whisper of love, a gentle reminder of his affection for me. The magic of the kiss was so intense that the world around us became insignificant. The taste of his lips was electric, sending shivers down my spine and setting my heart ablaze. In that fleeting moment, the world seemed to align perfectly, and my mind was free from the doubts that had haunted it. His kiss conveyed a depth of emotion that surpassed any spoken language. The whispers of longing echoed through my mind, mirroring my own dreams and desires. It was a powerful moment where we hugged and became inseparable.

she whispered, her eyes blazing, grabbing his shirt, pulling him in. She kissed him, fierce, desperate, a fire to shut his doubts. Kai’s hands cupped her face, his lips hungry, their third kiss a surrender to passion. They stumbled to the couch, her fingers in his hair, his hands on her waist, their bodies pressed, the world fading to their need. Her tank top lifted, his shirt unbuttoned, their touches urgent, a line crossed—until guilt surged, the summit, Dante’s scheme, Alessio’s secret a shadow.

Although the words stuck in my throat, my body was screaming for me to kiss him and, for a brief minute, forget the chaos of my life. He then gave me a kiss. It wasn't a tentative, slow kiss. It was intense and furious, like a fire starting inside of me. His lips meeting mine caused something inside of me to burst open, even if I hadn't anticipated it. Breathless, my eyes wide, I withdrew. "What the hell was that?" Yemi remained unflinching. He just grinned, his eyes full of laughter. "Exactly what you needed." A hand grabbed my shoulder before I could reply, pulling me back into the unprepared reality.

I whispered, my voice barely audible. I reached out and gently touched his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. Our eyes locked, sharing a charged, intimate glance before he closed the distance between us. His lips met mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. He pressed his body against mine, and I could feel the eagerness in his movements as our lips moved together in a heated embrace. His hands roamed eagerly under my shirt, tracing the curves of my waist and gliding up my ribs with a sense of urgency.