Romans & histoires Kiss London After Midnight

" Arosh is too embarrassed to even think about waking up. Her long lashes vacillate and create a fan-formed shaded area over the face. It is insufferable! Kevin hangs over her, his hot lips igniting with the fieriness of the fire and land at Arosh's lips. He truly loves Arosh's delicate lips with warm kisses. He embraced her firmly and set down on the enormous bed, and they shared the entire night together.

"Back to my question. How are you related to Richard Smith?" "He's just a friend from the previous night. Last night was our first time" "An eyewitness that saw you two said you weren't just talking like people meeting for the first time." "He was nice to me, that's why I felt so free in talking to him. I don't even know where he stays or what he does for a living." "You and Richard left the club at around 11:25 pm. Exactly to where?" "To the balcony." "The balcony huh?" "Yes."

"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.

The cold of the stone through my coat and the searing heat of his body created a friction that made my head swim. "The tradition says," he murmured against my lips, "that if you kiss someone here at midnight, you’re tied to them for life. I hope you’re ready, Emma. Because I’m never letting you go back to the shadows." He began to move, his hands finding the bare skin of my thighs beneath my dress, his touch a searing brand in the midnight air. Up here, above the world, above the lies, and above the sister we were both betraying, the fear finally vanished.

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:

I moaned loudly, legs wrapping around him as he fucked me deep and fast. “Harder,” I gasped. “I need it rough tonight.” He gave it to me, pounding into me until the couch creaked. I came hard, crying out his name, but in the back of my mind I kept hearing the stranger’s distorted voice. After we finished, I lay on his chest, tracing circles on his skin. “Elias…” I said softly. “I heard about a place. The Midnight Club. People say it’s exclusive… dark… exciting. I want to go with you.”

He was hurt, tired, but still looked like a dark prince. That’s when Midnight turned to me. He came closer without hesitation and, in an unexpected move, kissed my mouth. A quick kiss, but full of possessiveness. The touch of his lips burned my skin, and a wave of heat spread through me. "I’ll talk to my men," Midnight said, still watching me with a look that left my panties soaked. "Stay here." Then he let me go and shot Vincent a deadly glare. There was something dangerous in that look. Oh, I’d have work to do with those two.

So, Ryder could only respect his choice and not make him feel uncomfortable. "Mhm. Are you warm now?" Midnight didn't even try to deny it. Ryder bit her lower lip, not replying right away. Warm? Her heart was boiling! "... I'm still cold." The thick face of this girl even surprised her herself. A chuckle vibrated through Midnight's chest, making Ryder suddenly realize how close they were. Her face turned red, but by no means did she want to let go. However, her thoughts went astray and the famous two words of guru Remy made a surprise appearance in her head, written in bright red capital letters. KISS HIM.

He was the fire—fierce, consuming, and utterly unforgiving. Lucian’s lips found mine, arresting them in a kiss that was deep and desperate. He kissed me as though he were drinking me in, savoring every moment. I responded in kind, kissing him back with all the hunger and longing I felt. His pinewood scent filled my senses, intoxicating me further, driving me to the brink of madness. “I want to meet Midnight,” he linked to me, his voice echoing in my mind. Midnight stirred, rising to the surface, responding to his need, to his request. She was ready, eager to meet Tiger, to complete what we had started.