Kiss London After Midnight 소설 & 이야기

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.

The city glow hit the planes of his jaw, making him look like he’d been carved out of the night itself. “Call me Midnight,” he said. His voice was low, carrying a weight that made her skin prickle. “And I know exactly who you are, Lila. I know you touch yourself every night. I know you lie here imagining a stranger who comes in and tells you what to do. I know what you crave when nobody is looking.” He leaned against the wall, his gaze dropping from her face to the glistening toy still inside her. His eyes didn’t waver. There was no shame in his look, only a terrifyingly calm observation.

Lawrence would be a welcome distraction and keep him from dwelling on hopeless desires. Lawrence smiled deviously. "Actually, I have scheduled an evening at the Midnight Garden. You are welcome to join me. Madame Chanson does miss your patronage." The Midnight Garden was a discreet club, full of hidden scandals and romantic trysts. The most public secret in London. Madame Chanson tailored it to the needs of any individual, man or woman wealthy enough to pay for membership. She brought in the most beautiful ladies, hired only the most handsome men, and the decadence of the surroundings promised sinful pleasures of all kinds. She'd also acquired the good will and patronage of those necessary t

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

She needed time to adjust… time to *accept*. I tightened my grip on her waist, pressing her into me until there was no space left. “Wake up at midnight, kiss me, then go back to sleep. Wake early, kiss me, and sleep again. Wake late, kiss me before your bath. After bathing, kiss me again. Before breakfast, kiss me. After breakfast—”

His arm around her waist, her hands going to his chest, the two of them suddenly pressed together in the middle of a London street at midnight in the rain, close enough that she could feel him breathing. She looked up at him. He looked down at her. The rain came down around them. The street was empty. London moved somewhere beyond them, indifferent and vast and exactly itself. He kissed her slowly. Like they had all the time in the world, like the timeline didn't exist, like London was the only place and this was the only moment and everything that had been pressing down on both of them for weeks had temporarily, mercifully, lifted. When they broke apart she was smiling.

I felt a little better when I felt his heart hammering. “Then let go.” For a moment, he didn’t move. All in one second, his hand came up and tangled in my hair. He pulled me forward, crashing his lips against mine. The kiss was desperate, hungry. Nothing like the gentle kisses before. This was fueled by pure, raw need. I gasped against his mouth and he took advantage. His tongue sliding against mine. Heat exploded through me. I pressed closer, needing to feel his body against mine. Xavier rolled over, pulling me on top of him. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my skin.