Kiss Me With Your Eyes Closed Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

“I’ll give you my body but you’d better be able to handle it like a man. I want you to fuck me, Theo. I want it hard and for me to scream out. I want you to make me come so hard I won’t recognize myself. Theo’s member reacted in his pants, also he could tell his heart was racing. I can handle anything that you throw at me. Sasha’s eyes were on fire with desire, and she inched in closer, her lips touching his. “Right. Well let’s begin shall we?” He leaned in for a kiss and gave her a deep french kiss, his tongue at play in her mouth. Sasha’s hands were on Theo’s body, her fingers running over the muscles of his chest and abs. She felt his erection against her, the heat from his body and chuck

I said coldly, "Care to explain how you plan to tie my hands?" "You're insane!" Max cursed, rushing to help the woman up from the mess. She glared at me with pure hatred, but when she turned to Max, her expression transformed into a wounded innocence. She remained silent, letting giant tears roll down her cheeks. Somehow, she managed to look heartbreakingly pitiful, and undeniably beautiful. I grabbed a napkin from a passing waiter and threw it at her face. "Coco?" I let out a bitter laugh. "The assistant?"

"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.

Her eyes were teary for nth time because his empathetic gesture was like a drizzle of rain washing the sorrows that fatigued her body to the brink of wishing death. "Confide to me a secret you won't ever think telling people who know you. C'mon, we're practically strangers." She persisted. He averted look and sighed which meant a big no, apparently. Something must have overtaken him causing the photo to slip his fingers. Thankfully, she was fast enough to catch their valuable keepsake! She turned about to spit fire at him for his carelessness but his obsidian pair of eyes paralyze her body. They bore pain so intense, it lures her into taking half of it to alleviate his suffering...

' that thought came to me first, remembering how he kissed me last time. 'Damn! I can't move!' He was coming nearer and nearer but I may be crazy, but my eyes closed, assuming he was going to kiss me but nothing happened, and when I opened my eyes his eyes were too close to me that I get startled but he rolled his eyes and I noticed a folder on his hands, he surely got it at the desk behind me. I was stupid to think that he was about to kiss me, sh*t things happened but this was more than embarrassment especially when he asked...

"Yes. Sure. I was just thinking of Kylie and what she must be doing at home alone." "Kylie is a strong girl. She will find a solution to her problem." I looked at him for a while and then pressed both my hands against his chest softly as he closed his eyes. My fingers traced the swallows on his chest and down to his stomach. His expression was so calm but his chest was moving up and down rapidly. I bring my hand down and run my index finger along the waistband of his boxers. His eyes opened in bewilderment. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"Cali Olwen, sir." He kept looking at me and I thought for a second that he wasn't blinking. But I didn't want him to because the more I looked at his eyes, the more drawn to him I felt. "Cali." He pronounced my name and suddenly I only wanted to hear it from him. "You don't have to call me sir, you and I know each other even if your mind is denying it. I couldn't get your eyes out of my mind. I haven't slept because of you, everytime I closed my eyes I saw you." "Me too." I said before I could stop myself.

"Why won't you open your eyes?" "Because," I say stubbornly. This makes her giggle and I squeeze my eyes shut even more, too afraid that the sound would coax them open. Her hands find my face and I hum while her thumbs soothingly rub over the tops of my cheekbones. "Nathaniel," she taunts and kisses underneath my eyes until I can't help but open them. "There," she says with an accomplished smile. "I love those eyes."

But I want her to see me. For her to know what she's doing. What we're doing. I kiss her. Hard. For a long time. Her lips finally answer me. I undo her blouse. Slowly. As if each button were another step into the forbidden. Under my fingers, her skin shivers. She closes her eyes. "Open them," I repeat. "Look at me." She obeys. She looks at me. And in her eyes, there is only me. --- Élise When he touches me, I lose myself.