Novel & Cerita Kiss Of Smoke Book

—Og Mandino Kiss in the Shadow is written & translated by Mar Mojica The End

And that seemed to be the case with Nathan. Kelsey blew out a cloud of smoke from her cigarette that she occasionally had after sex. There was something pleasurable about the tobacco smell in her mouth and the puff of thick smoke in and out of her lungs. She laid on Nathan's bed naked, tangled in the white linen as she filled the room with the mist of Marlboro nicotine and tar while relishing the thought of how satisfied she was just a few minutes earlier.

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I whispered, looking up at the cigar between his fingers. He turned around slowly in my arms, his silver eyes trailing down my damp, naked body before rising back to my face. Without a word, he lifted the cigar and held it to my lips. As I leaned in, my lips brushed the tip, tasting the lingering, intoxicating wetness of his mouth. The intimacy of it made my core throb again. I took a deep drag. Instantly, the harsh, heavy smoke hit the back of my throat. I broke apart from him, coughing violently, my chest heaving as the smoke burned my unaccustomed lungs.

I woke up with it in my fucking lungs. I turned away from the blaze behind me. Dmitri’s empire was burning. Just like he deserved. Moscow stretched out ahead of me. Endless. Cold. Built on lies and bones. Just like me. I adjusted the strap of my bag, took one last look at the carnage, and disappeared into the dark. One night. One kill. One more monster down. And still, the list goes on...

The smoldering cigarette fell to the floor as Emerald took a deep, shaky breath. Alaric's gaze was deep, filled with danger, and there was a slight smirk in his voice as he whispered in her ear, "Do you feel it now?" The rain and wind outside had calmed, with only the soft, continuous patter of raindrops hitting the window. Emerald was left stunned by his kiss, her eyes welling up with unbidden tears. His kiss was intense, laced with the strong scent of tobacco, fierce and overwhelming. It overpowered her, leaving her breathless.

she whispered, not breaking eye contact. His mouth curved slightly, the edges of a dark smile. He lifted the cigarette to his lips again, inhaled, and then leaned forward. His hand found the back of her neck, gentle and possessive. He kissed her slowly, deeply and when her lips parted, he exhaled the smoke into her mouth. Amelia moaned softly against his lips, the heat of it rushing through her like fire in her lungs. When they broke apart, her eyes were darker, pupils blown. “That’s the most toxic kiss I’ve ever had.”

he rasped. He leaned down, his mouth crushing mine in a kiss that tasted of smoke and survival. It wasn't a hero’s kiss. It was greedy and possessive, a reclamation of the skin he’d almost lost to the fire. I pulled him closer, my fingers digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders, needing the weight of him to convince me I was still alive.

His fingers brushed mine as I took it—hot skin against hot skin—and I held his gaze while I brought it to my mouth. The filter tasted like him. I didn’t even inhale at first, just let the smoke touch my lips, then pulled in a small drag, felt it burn my throat and my eyes stung, but I didn’t cough. Instead, I exhaled slowly, the smoke slipping out past my lips and into the space between us. Enzo’s gaze dropped, following the motion. His jaw tightened. “You smoke now?” he asked, voice low and rough around the edges. “That the first thing you’re gonna say to me?” I asked, handing it back. “Not even a ‘missed you’? You really think that kiss was enough for two days?”