Novel & Cerita Kiss Of Smoke Book

His chest hovered an inch from hers, heat rolling off him in waves. “Do you know what happens when fire meets oxygen?” he murmured. She swallowed. “It gets bigger.” His mouth brushed against her ear. “Exactly.” The kiss came hard, tasting like smoke and heat and something she couldn’t name. Her back hit the locker with a soft metallic clang as he pressed into her, hands sliding down to her waist. Her body reacted before her mind caught up. Fingers fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, closer, until there was nothing between them but burning skin.

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

My heart pounded in my chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the crackle of the flames. Without a word, he reached out, his hand cupping the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair. He pulled me toward him, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that was all hunger and no hesitation. I melted into it, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. His mouth was hot, demanding, tongue slipping past my lips to tangle with mine. He tasted like salt from the sea air and the faint smokiness of the fire, and I couldn't get enough.

I could tell he was trying to figure out if the fire that burst out of my skin was defensive or excitement. Instead of asking, he kissed me again. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. He tasted like smoke and pine and I felt like I was driven mad with it. Another tuft of flames came from my hands and scorched the shirt on his back. Kairos didn’t seem to care. He ripped it off and went back to claiming my mouth. The feeling of his bare chest against mine almost brought the fire back for the third time. I wriggled my own shirt up so our skins could press together. I whimpered with desire.

My book was just starting to get a little steamy, and I fanned myself with my hand as I flipped to the next page. Just as the scene was reaching the point where the male and female leads were about to kiss for the first time, I heard a commotion outside. It sounded like a firework going off. Curious, I leaned over and opened the window a crack, peering out. I gasped when I saw smoke billowing up from the grass. “Shit!” I exclaimed, not thinking to watch my language around Nora. I snapped my book shut and shot to my feet. “Stay here. I’ll be right—”

My hands hovered in the air, and his massive hand held my wrists firmly. I pressed a soft kiss on his lips, then pulled back slightly to gather courage, returning for a longer kiss. I slowly sucked his lower lip, then his upper. The taste of his cigar smoke mixed with his scent, a blend I couldn’t resist. I stopped near his mouth and whispered with hot breath, teasing, "Won’t you stop smoking?" He looked at me calmly and replied in a low voice, "I don’t mind." I studied his captivating eyes and smiled without thinking, before he spoke again in his deep tone, "Go on, little cat."

"It's okay, baby. We will get through this together. You just have to be strong for me and the children in your womb” I nodded, feeling a little bit better than ever before. Raising my tear-swollen face from Felix's neck, some strange spirit descended on me and I locked my lips to Felix's, kissing him passionately. Felix's lips were cold, devoid of passion and desire for me. He kissed me back, and it ignited a fire of lust in me. From running my hands seductively over his chest, I lowered my hands down to his trousers, dipping down there to grab his conk that I have always yearned for.

I explain. As I said a kiss is not that hard. It's simple and I consider it one of the best weapons to lure and manipulate a man, especially in my job. But then, giving Sain a kiss is different. It is harder than pulling the trigger of a gun for the first time. "I see, so that's the case" he nodded and look away as he casually runs his fingers through his hair. His usual expression takes over his face but then later on his sheepish smile returns as he returns his gaze at me. I didn't say anything and just keep my straight face thinking about what should I do. There's no way I can escape this.

he hissed; his boots stomped after me, and his hand reached the door before I turned the handle, pinning it shut. Smoke billowed around us as Kian exhaled, and he pressed the tip of the cigarette into the wall slowly, letting me know just how pissed off that made him. He turned me to face him, and I raised my chin with indignance. Our eyes locked. His expression set hard. But I refused to back down. “I hate—” I never got to finish my sentence because he kissed me roughly to cut me off.

He wasn't paying a single attention to the mess or to me at first. I walked slowly to meet him, one step at a time. My heels clicked on the floor. I kissed him hard, pushing my body close. My lips pressed firm and hot against his. The taste of smoke and whiskey filled my mouth. I took the cigarette from his mouth and the one in his hand. I squeezed it away hard between my fingers, feeling the heat sting for a second, then threw it off to the side. Then I broke out of the kiss, coughing a little. The smoke burned my throat and made my eyes water. I raised my head, clearing my throat loud. I caught the smirk on his face, his lips still wet from the kiss. "You asshole," I managed, my voice roug