روايات وقصص ضمن Kiss Of Venus

… Back at the company, an inexplicable restlessness gnawed at Michael. He stared at the scratch on the back of his hand and muttered, "Venus… why are you always so disobedient?" His gaze fell on the photo of him and Venus on the desk, and his heart softened slightly. Forget it. He could teach her properly later. That kick earlier… he'd acted too quickly and hadn't held back. He wondered if she was in pain. Suddenly, his phone rang. His expression eased, a faint smile touching his lips. "Has Venus admitted her mistake?" "Mr. Dalio… Madam… she jumped off the building."

The living room is fully transformed into a high-fashion showroom. I turn to the maid. “What’s going on—?” But before she answers, a tall, slim woman walks toward me. She is… stunning. Not ordinary stunning. Fashion-editorial stunning. She’s dressed in a breathtaking two-piece set, something minimalistic but extremely expensive, the kind of outfit only people who smell like money wear. She extends her manicured hand. “Good day, Ms. Diana. I’m Cece Louvel, CEO of Louvel.” I almost drop my novel.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

Leo had sent me to sensory heaven two times in the space of a single shower. He held his body against mine, slowing his pace to a stop. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed me, teasing me with his lips. I brought my hand up to his face, smiling contentedly as we kissed. My fingers danced down his shoulders, making their way down across his biceps. His skin was slick with moisture, causing my hands to slide easily along.

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

I gasp out in a choked moan as his fingers reach parts of me that I never knew could be reached, at a pace I can almost not handle. Looking down, I find him gazing up at me. He looks so beautiful, so otherworldly and so utterly in love with me that I can't help it as my release floods over me, washing me with pleasure so euphoric all I can do is continue breathing. Kastriv doesn't stop until I am thoroughly rung out of all the pleasure I can possibly feel. Then, he rises, smiling down at me. "Your beauty will never cease to amaze me," he exclaims earnestly.

But the only word echoing in my head is karma. And the question that haunts me: who is paying the price? Me? Eva? Annaida? Damon? Because right now, every single one of us is suffering in our own way, caught in the wreckage of what has unraveled. . . . . . . . Hi All, Just a headsup those who have read KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL would clearly understand the insinuations of this chapter. From Chapter 93/94 of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL.

“Alice, I know that look of yours. You were totally melting. And look, you two? You make a gorgeous pair. He’s tall, you’re all stylish, his blue eyes with yours… It’s like a movie, you know?” I laughed again, shaking my head as I tried to hide the blush that wouldn’t quit. “You’re romanticizing it too much, Venus. It was just a moment—he’s a flirt, you know how it is. Not something to take seriously.” But even as I said it, a silly warmth spread in my chest, the memory of his kiss—hot, firm, with that minty taste—still dancing in my head. “Where is he, anyway?” Venus asked, craning her neck to scan the room, her eyes darting through the crowd. “He can’t have vanished after kissing you like