Kiss Of Smoke Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bewitched, I leaned toward him, and our lips met first timidly, then with a devouring passion, as if every burning kiss were the breath of life we had long neglected. His hands discovered my nape, my hair, then slid down my back, drawing me toward him with fervent insistence. I clung to his T-shirt, gently pulling him closer still. The heat of our contact ignited a blazing flame within me, every shiver running through my body like a promise of discoveries to come.

The prairie is every bit as dangerous as the sea, and here, sharks hide in every shadow. The scent of smoke hits my lungs, and I slow, lifting my head to take a deep breath. Something is on fire. I come to a stop and inhale a few more times. The scent of burning timber registers. This isn’t a grass fire. It smells like the forest after a lightning strike. But there is no forest near us. It has to be a structure fire. Another whiff brings the milder scent of burning leather–and then a fainter note of fur and flesh. “What is that?” Kan asks through the mind-link.

The gap between them continued to shrink as their lips merged in a tender, exploratory kiss. The kiss deepened in an instant, passion flaring like a spark to dry tinder. His hand slid around to the back of her neck, holding her with gentle firmness as their mouths moved in perfect harmony. Eva's hand was on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath her palm, matching her own. The world outside that kiss vanished, the bar fading into insignificance. All that mattered was the man in front of her, the heat radiating between them, and the need coiling tighter with every

My heart thudded once, hard, and before I knew it, I’d closed the distance between us. I leaned in slowly at first, almost giving him a chance to pull away, but he didn’t. So I pressed my lips against his. The taste of smoke clung to him, warm and heady, slipping into my mouth and clouding my senses. It should’ve bothered me, but it didn’t. If anything, it made me crave him more. I deepened the kiss, sliding one arm around his waist and pulling him closer until our chests were flush. Elias gasped softly against my mouth, then suddenly pushed back, breaking the kiss. His breath came quick and uneven, eyes wide.

Katarina – POV His grip was fire. Rough fingers wrapped around my throat, pulling me into a kiss so deep I tasted his anger. Smoke. Whiskey. Lust. The man kissed like he wanted to destroy every memory of the cop downstairs. And I let him. Hell, I opened my mouth and gave it right back. Then—rip.

That's the only thing I could respond to her because I don't have a damn single idea about what the book is about, but then again, it was about love. Love. . . "Shoot! Iris! My group mates are looking for me. I need to head back! I'll just see you tomorrow! I'm gonna watch your game!" She hugged and gave me a smooch on my cheek before she ran away leaving me in awe. I was too occupied even when I got home from work. The book can't get out of my mind. I don't like reading, but it made me search the plot on the internet. And guess what, it was really about Gabby and Travis wherein they eventually develop feelings with each other, get married, and have two kids. And then she got into an acciden

Unfortunately, he won't live long enough to tell others not to fuck with me and mine. I inhale deeply, savouring the sensation as it fills my lungs, burning in the way only an ex-smoker can appreciate. I'm sitting in a chair, in the corner of his room. I haven't bothered to be quiet, but he still hasn't woken, the man who has betrayed me. This annoys me. If a man must go to his death he should wake up and do it on his feet, face me like a man. I stub the cigarette out in the ashtray and stand. I flip the light on and approach the bed, giving it a kick for good measure.

Even when I wouldn’t. He lifted the cigar again and took another deep breath of it and then leaned down. So close thst his mouth was barely an inch from mine. My breath caught and my heart stopped altogether at the action. He didn’t kiss me. He exhaled again and this time directly into my open mouth. His breath that was laced with smoke and heat poured into me like poison dressed as perfume. It burned in a sharp and sweet way. I gasped without thinking and the smoke rushed down my throat before I could stop it.

He wrapped a hand into the hair at the back of her neck, pulling her head back as he crashed his lips against hers. It wasn't a soft kiss; it was a claim. It tasted of smoke, bourbon, and the desperate, violent ambition of two people who were ready to burn the world down just to see what was left in the ashes.

Smelling faintly of smoke and gunpowder and fear primal slammed into me. I shoved hard against his chest, palms flat, and nails digging in, trying to break free but he didn’t let go. Instead he pulled back just enough to look down at me. Then without a word, he crashed his lips onto mine hard and deep. Groaning low in his throat like a starving man finally tasting food. The kiss was possessive, desperate and hungry. His tongue pushed past my teeth wet, demanding, tasting faintly of whiskey and smoke. I froze and everything inside me locked.