Novel & Cerita Kiss Of Smoke Book

His mouth tasted of rain and smoke, dark and intoxicating, and every second felt like a slow burn unraveling inside me. His hands moved with fierce precision, sliding beneath my shirt, heat searing through every touch. He cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over the taut peaks, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. I gasped, arching toward him, desperate for more. He groaned into the kiss, his body pressing hard against mine, the heat radiating off him making the air thick and heavy.

I cried out his name. “Damien—oh, yes…” I kept moaning his name, breathless, as he thrust deeper. Suddenly, he paused and turned me to face him, capturing my lips in a kiss that stole every ounce of air from my lungs. It wasn’t just lust—it was affection, burning hot and wild between us. Then, without breaking the kiss, he lifted me effortlessly. His strength made my breath hitch. My legs wrapped around his waist as he moved, still deep inside me, each step driving me higher into the heat of our shared madness.

Instead of words, he kissed her. It was not a gentle kiss. It was a claiming,,hot, unyielding, threaded with something restless. Kira gasped against his mouth, her hands bracing against his chest before curling into the fabric of his coat. He tasted of rain and smoke and that edge of danger she both craved and feared. Every time she told herself she wouldn’t let him pull her back under, and every time he did. He deepened the kiss until her knees trembled, until she could feel the thrum of his heartbeat against her own. When he broke away, his breathing was ragged, but his gaze didn’t waver.

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”

Pretending he belonged. “Maybe I don’t belong anywhere,” he murmured. Liora stepped closer. Her perfume clung to the smoke, sharper, darker. She touched his shirt, fingers brushing the fabric like she was testing its weight. “Then maybe you belong here.” The kiss came sudden, reckless, like a card slammed down on the table. Her lips tasted of tobacco and defiance. Elias responded before he had time to think, pulling her close, hands tangled in her hair. The walls of her apartment seemed to close in around them, the neon light from the casino sign outside flickering through the blinds, painting them both in blood-red shadows.

"It's mine now. Come and get it if you want it back." My temper flared, and without thinking, I lunged forward, determined to snatch the stolen cigarette from his mouth. But as our lips collided, the world around me seemed to fade away. The smoky taste of the cigarette mixed with the sweet warmth of his mouth, and I found myself melting into the unexpected kiss. His hand gently cupped the back of my head, deepening the kiss with a newfound hunger. The smoke from our breath mingled in the air, adding an ethereal quality to the moment, igniting a fire that burned hotter than any stolen cigarette ever could. I was lost in his touch, his lips expertly coaxing mine into a dance of desire. Every b

After he stared at me in the dark for a while, he obeyed. I used the moment to get my phone ready and when Steven stopped drinking, I crushed my lips into his. Snapping a photo of it, the light illuminated my mask and his face with his gray eyes wide opened. A ridiculous way to kiss someone! Not sure if this was proof that he wasn’t gay, I kissed him again before he could see that I was giving half my attention to my mobile. It was like kissing your brother, no passion, no sparks. Just two wet mouths moving.

Something snapped inside me the tension, the pain, the days of silence — it all boiled over into desperate, insane hunger I walked over to him, pushed his legs apart, and slid between them, sitting directly on his lap. Jayden went completely still. I ran my hands up his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin, the rapid pulse beneath my fingers,he didn’t push me away. He just stared at me, breathing heavier I leaned in and pressed my lips to the side of his neck, kissing softly at first, then harder, sucking lightly. He tasted like sin and smoke I reached up, plucked the cigarette from his mouth, and put it between my own lips. The first inhale burned my throat and made me cough. Jayden smirked

Her eyes dilated, giving me the answer before she could utter a no. “ You are as pure as I never imagined, and it will be an honor to spoil you, taint all the goodness in you and make you as bad as I am, wouldn't that be just pretty?” I snapped the cigar out of her hold, lighting it as the smoke hovered above us. “ Would you like to taste what it is like?” I let out a puff, the smoke consuming us as she nodded. Taking another drag, I leaned closer, blowing the smoke in her mouth, she let out a cough before trying to pull away, her eyes red. I closed my mouth, kissing her as I bit on her lips, forcing her to take in the smoke.

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.