Novel & Cerita Kiss London After Midnight

“Just wondering where the Eva from a few hours ago went. The one who marched in here, questioning me with so much authority.” She laughs right into my face, the sound of it light and a little embarrassed. I catch a whiff of her scent from her hair that's fallen on her face, dangling somewhere close to my nose. Then her finger starts tracing lazy patterns on my chest. “She’s still here. She just… has to want to come out.” Rolling her back to the side without detaching, I catch her chin gently, tilting her face up to mine, and kiss her deep, slow, and heavy. The taste of her goes straight to my head like the strongest liquor.

Once everything was ready, I stepped onto the stage in my white gown and with a bouquet in hand. Lucas couldn't wait for me to reach him. He approached me and stretched out his hand, eager to take mine. I reached my hand out to take his. Amid the blessings of countless werewolves, of the countless cheers and laughter, our hands clasped tightly together. Lucas lowered his head and kissed me as if no one else was there. The kiss was so long that I thought I was going to run out of breath before he finally stopped. Then, he bared his fangs and gently bit the gland at the back of my neck, completing the final mark.

Kaelen's fingers had her hair wrapped around them, his head thrown back as he went to take her mouth. His kiss was not one of gentleness, It was probing and full-bodied and had the flavor of midnight and wild secrets. It took her breath and yielded to his own, something potent and compulsive. He ravished her lips as Lorian exposed her breasts, his mouth following the direction of his hands. He sucked one knotted nipple into his mouth, his tongue tormenting it with ecstatic torture, while his fingers pinched and teased the other.

Amara POV: Viktor Dragovic wants to make a deal with me? That’s fucking hilarious. I’ve killed men with more brains and less ego. He thinks tossing money and whispers my way will get my attention? He has no idea who he’s playing with. Still, I couldn’t help but grin as I stared at the encrypted message glowing on the screen: “The Devil offers a meeting. Midnight. Iron Citadel.” Drama much? I leaned back on the hotel couch, swirling cheap whiskey in a glass. My black boots were muddy from last night’s kill, blood still crusted on the laces. I hadn’t bothered cleaning them. Why would I? The mess was half the art.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

That moment was irresistible. He then moved towards the other ear and took out that one. He kissed it too. He placed his warm lips behind my ear and the feelings were changed totally. I was feeling electricity in my whole body. His warm fingers were raising goosebumps. He then slowly opened the necklace and placed it on the table too. He placed his warm lips on my neck. He bit it slowly.

The drive was a blur of city lights and whispered promises of escape, each moment carrying them further away from the complications left behind. At the nightclub, the bass of the music vibrated through the floor, merging with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. Jason and Rosa found a small corner away from the most crowded parts of the dance floor, a quiet refuge in the midst of chaos. Here, under the pulsating lights and in the midst of swirling bodies, they found a brief moment of connection. In the heat of the night, as the music took hold and the stress of the past faded into the background, their lips met in a passionate kiss. It was a moment of raw, unguarded emotion—a kiss tha

Half of his bare top was hovering over me and I jerked. "I am just going to turning off your lamp. Relax." He muttered annoyingly before switched off the light. I buried my face into the pillow, trying to hide my blush. Talk about embarassing, "One day at a time, London." I heard Liam mumbling and I could feel his eyes burning a hole down my back, "I took your first kiss this morning and by no means, I planned on taking your virginity on the same night so you can sleep in peace."

The kisses in London had been promises, explorations, comforts. This was none of those things. This kiss was a seal. It was slow, deep, and profoundly deliberate. There was no hunger in it, not the frantic kind. There was certainty. It was the press of a final stamp on a document that bound two souls. It was the closing of a circle that had begun the moment a guarded billionaire hired a broken investigator.

I grin, placing our coffee and croissants down on his desk that I got from the small coffee shop on the corner of the street. I walk right up to him, kissing him as I stand above him, and his hands grab ahold of my waist, and he pushes himself back from the desk to enable me to straddle his lap on his desk chair. "We don't have meetings until twelve..." he whispers against the skin of my throat as he kisses me softly there. "I know..." "Close the door, Cassidy. Lock it," he tells me. Words that he hushed to me all those months ago when, that week after we got back from London.