Novel & Cerita Kiss Of Deception Series

~BRIANNA~ With a shift, I let my dress slip from my shoulders and fall to the floor, revealing the lingerie beneath. Nathan's eyes darkened, as closing the small distance between us, his lips claimed mine in a possessive kiss, his tongue tangling with mine, both hungry and tender. Then, slowly, oh so tantalizingly slowly, he backed me toward the bed, his kisses travelling down my neck, across my collarbone, before they moved lower still, his teeth grazing the sensitive tips of my nipples.

His forehead touched mine, and I closed my eyes. “I don’t know what this is,” he whispered. “But right now, I need it.” “So do I.” And then his mouth found mine. The kiss wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t slow or sweet or orchestrated. It was raw. Real. His lips crashed against mine with the weight of every broken promise, every betrayal, every truth uncovered. I kissed him back with the same desperation, the same ache that had been building since the moment I realized we were the only two people in this storm who hadn’t lied to each other.

Then whispered: “I don’t know what I believe anymore. But I know how to lie…” And she kissed him again. Fast. Rough. As if claiming him meant claiming power. As if she wasn’t unraveling inside. But deep down, she knew—if she didn’t find the truth soon, the house wouldn’t be the only thing destroying her. Damian’s hands locked around her waist mid-kiss, dragging her flush against him. His lips bruised hers, his tongue desperate, devouring. This kiss wasn’t love. It was possession. Her fingers threaded into his hair, yanking just hard enough to make him growl.

I do not want to feel this weak, and just when I think I am strong enough to fight him, he becomes more vicious. "I m...miss you," "God, I miss you too," He breathes and kisses me, his lips are soft and passionate, but full of need, he deepens the kiss, his tongue ravishing me as though he owns me. I close my eyes and return his kisses with all of my anger, resentment, and frustration. He moans into my mouth, his tongue playing with mine. I just have to deceive him that I'm into this. He lifts my shirt to my chest, his gaze darkening excitedly as he licks my abdomen all the way to my chest.

He moaned into her folds. Chelsey's thighs fell open even wider, the feeling of his tongue on her clit made her hips lift off the bed. He ate her noisily, sucking and slurping on her pussy as he licked her. Kira brought herself up to face Chelsey, she bumped her nose with hers and placed a light kiss on her lips. Chelsey melted and kissed her back hungrily. The two kissed passionately while he ate her pussy. Deane's cock oozed a silvery strand of precum from his tip when he glanced up and saw them kissing. Their lips moved together with slow sensuality and their tongues tangled in Kira's mouth. Just like with her kiss with Deane, she pulled away suddenly and moved away.

She always did. Without warning, I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer, my lips crashing against hers. The kiss was hard, punishing, just like before. And just like before, she resisted at first.However, gradually, her physical form let her down, blending into mine, her mouth opening in a manner that communicated all the information I required. I stepped back briefly to gaze into her eyes and catch a glimpse of the desire she was struggling to conceal. "Do you despise me?" I spoke quietly, with a deep and hushed tone.

She couldn’t pretend she was fine. Carl wiped her tears away with his thumbs and drew her into another passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled hungrily. Bria stopped resisting, wrapping her arms around his neck. They tumbled onto the couch, still locked in the heated kiss. Carl’s hands moved with purpose, peeling her top over her head and tossing it aside. He unhooked her bra with his fingers, freeing her breasts. He groaned at the sight, his eyes dark with desire. He trailed hot kisses down her neck, sucking lightly to leave faint marks, then moved lower. His mouth closed over one peaked nipple, sucking and licking with slow, deliberate strokes while his hand kneaded the other breast. Bria a

Now that I think of it, I remember just how much I was boiling in rage when the realization dawned on me that I had been treading on a path of deceit all along. He deceived me but here I am kissing him with so much vigor like my life depends solely on this. He tricked me. He used me. Instead of pulling away, the kiss becomes more rough. I find myself brushing my tongue against his to gain entrance into his mouth. I find myself tracing the outline of his mouth, kissing each lip and biting on them slowly, earning a low grunt from him. Then I stopped. I flash my eyes open to meet his bright blue eyes, watching me with curiosity and surprise.

She hastily wiped her lips by the back of her hand and gave him a cold glare "You really don't remember me?" he whispered, looking at her with hurt "Remember what?" Dea asked with confusion. 'Is he tricking me by his words or saying the truth? You just kissed me without my permission, you jerk!' She bit her lip to restrain herself from cussing all the words she had learned in her whole life at him

She gave a subtle nod. Debby, a willowy blonde, stood up silently. She walked over to Brody, who stood with his hands slightly out. Without a word, she rose on her toes, cupped his face, and pulled him into a deep, searching kiss. It was less aggressive than Cassie’s, but no less intense, a slow, wet exploration. Brody’s hands came up, gripping her hips, feeling the fabric of her dress, the curve of her waist. The thirty seconds stretched, filled with the wet sound of their mouths, Brody’s low grunt, Debby’s soft sigh.