Romans & histoires Kiss Please

It was a kiss unlike any other—gentle, yet filled with an underlying hunger that left me trembling. I responded instinctively, my lips parting to invite him in. His tongue danced with mine, a slow, sensual exploration that made my head spin. It was as if he were tasting me, claiming me with each stroke, and I couldn't get enough. His kiss was a promise of pleasure, a tantalizing preview of what was to come.

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, as if he was savoring the moment before fully committing to the kiss. Avery's breath hitched as their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss. Cruz's lips were soft and warm, moving against hers with a gentle but insistent pressure. The kiss was a dance, a slow and sensual exploration of each other's desires. It was as if Cruz was pouring all of his emotions into that kiss, letting her feel the depth of his affection and the intensity of his feelings.

“To please, please, pretty please, kiss me because I need to be distracted.” Slowly, Jax leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a tender, almost reverent kiss. The touch is gentle but conveys a depth of emotion that words cannot capture. I respond, meeting his kiss with equal tenderness, allowing myself to get lost in the moment. His hands cup my face, his thumbs gently caressing my cheeks. The kiss deepens, but it remains soft and intimate, a quiet expression of the bond we share. I feel his love and devotion in every touch, every caress. It’s a reminder that even amidst the chaos and pain, we have each other- something solid and real to hold onto.

Her head tilts back slightly, a silent invitation, and I lean in, my mouth claiming hers with a ferocity that leaves no room for doubt. The kiss is a storm of longing and relief, a storm of pent-up emotion finally unleashed. My lips crush against hers, a desperate melding. I taste her, wild and sweet, and the world outside Mia’s room ceases to exist. My tongue plunges into her mouth, tracing the soft curves, exploring every warm recess, battling hers for dominance in a playful, fiery dance. This isn’t just a kiss; it’s a reunion.

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin

I tried to assure him. He pulled himself out of the hug, cupped my cheeks, and asked looking into my eyes “Serena if this is the last moment we have, what do you want to do?” “But this is not the last moment…” “I want to kiss you.” He cut me off. “Can I do it?” he licked his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. The way he said ‘Kiss' was enough to make any girl submit to him. I could not say I was an exception as his words aroused my feelings.

He asks before kissing me softly at first. As I break the kiss, I say it again louder this time and elaborate, “Please, I need you to make love to me right now, no questions asked.” He nods and then scoops me up while devouring my mouth rather harshly. Our teeth gnash against each other and then he bites my lower lip and tugs on it. When I glance up into his eyes, they are ablaze with desire, and I know full well that nothing could stop him now from doing exactly what I have asked.