Novel & Cerita Kiss Me Harder And Love Me Deeper

He was pounding into me, fast and primal, and the sensation was heaven and hell combined. I pulled my head back from the kiss, a scream building in my throat as I stared up at his face. “You love that, baby?” He demanded. “You love when I fuck you hard and deep like this?” “Yes! Harder!” I screamed back. I was seconds away. I could feel my body tightening again, preparing for the crash, as he relentlessly drove into me. I leaned up and claimed his mouth, my tongue plunging into his as his hips pumped in and out.

“Fuck yes harder. I can take it. I need it hard. I need to feel you claiming me.” Damien started thrusting, deep and fast. His hands gripped Kai’s hips. “You feel so good. So tight. So warm. I love being inside you. I love knowing no one else gets this. No one else gets to hear you moan like this. No one else gets to feel you clench around them like this.” Kai pushed back to meet every thrust. His voice was broken. “Only you. Only you get this. Only you get to fuck me. Only you get to make me feel like this. Harder. Please. I need more. I need to feel you deep.”

Instead, he waited, his breath mingling with mine, the tension so thick it was almost unbearable. "Tell me to stop now. If you will regret this, please stop me," he murmured, his voice a husky challenge. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Instead, my lashes fluttered shut, my lips parting slightly in a silent invitation. "I won't." That was all it took. When his lips finally met mine, the world melted away. The kiss was gentle at first, testing, exploring, but quickly deepened into something more. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as the heat between us ignited.

“Always yours.” “Tell me you love me.” “I love you so much.” When I thrust deep, I pop her pussy with my hand one quick time, and it’s enough to send her over the edge. She cries out so loudly her throat is going to be sore, and I smile like the devil that stole an angel and follow her over the edge.

Raven was about to deny it but the man–Kai spoke first. "Yes, she's my señorita," he even haughtily said. "What do you mean he's your señorita, Mr. Sage? Please make it clear." Kai pouted and he glanced at her. When their eyes met, she was actually thankful she didn't feel an ounce of attraction. She thought it was likely to be covered by hatred. But nevertheless, she still smiled charmingly. "What else do I mean by that?" He asked innocently. "She's my girl."

Sometimes I wonder where Peter got all the people. “Put it on the table,” I said to her, going to the room inside my office. Yes. I had a room made in case I wanted to stay the night. Taking the ice pack, I helped Peter. He hissed in pain. We were so close that I could feel his hot breath on my skin without knowing. He moved closer to me. I felt the atmosphere become ambiguous, my body shaking slightly. He drew closer, his lips almost touching mine. I didn’t move even an inch. He gave me a small peck on my lips before completely giving me a deep passionate kiss.

Her breath hitches. The kiss happens almost without decision. He turns fully toward her, hand sliding to her waist as his mouth meets hers. It’s hot and deep and familiar in a way that steals the air from her lungs. She responds instinctively, hands still warm from working his body, sliding up his chest, fingers curling into the scattered strands of his hair. The world narrows to heat and memory. Seven years of hate and love collapses into seconds. His mouth moves against hers with hunger that borders on desperation, like he’s afraid she’ll disappear if he doesn’t anchor himself to her. She kisses him back just as fiercely, heart racing, every nerve ending awake.

Then Fredrik speaks again, his voice lower this time. “If you hate being corrected that much,” he says calmly, “stop making mistakes I have to fix.” My hands clench at my sides immediately.

I grin against his mouth, kissing him even as I whisper the words. Hardin rolls us over, shifting our position so that he's almost kneeling between my legs. I wrap my arms around his head, opening my mouth to allow his tongue inside. The instant growl that ricochets through him has my core clenching in response. We've kissed many times, but not like this, never like this. Pulling away suddenly, Hardin stares down at me, eyes flickering over my face, he smiles adoringly. "I love you." His voice is firm, but soft, and I swear to god that if we weren't about to have sex, I'd definitely cry. Wouldn't want to kill the mood.

his eyes were glassy, I could see all kinds of emotions were shimmering, ready to bursts, and all I could do was kiss him harder and embrace him in my arms. "I love you." I kissed him deeper then thrust harder making him shuddered from the sheer pleasure. I cursed when he squeezes my length harder, but I kept on going in and out of him with long hard thrusts. Over and over again. We were both high in lust, I was moving vigorously, trying to love him as hard as he wanted me to. I could feel his short nails embedded deep into my back, his legs parted wider, and then wrapped my waist tighter until I couldn't take it anymore.