Kiss To Shatter の小説・ストーリー

My already cracked heart shatters into a million pieces once I hear her voice. "There you are, my love," Hannah says from behind me. I hear her approaching, but before she can get to us, Jacob walks up to her. I turn around, and what I see breaks my heart even more. Tears fill my eyes as Jacob captures her lips in a kiss. My shattered heart squeezes in my chest and suddenly breathing is difficult. Jacob doesn't close his eyes as he kisses her; instead, he stares at me. I bite my lip to stop it from trembling and try my best to contain my tears, but I can't. My knees weaken, so I lean against the wall to prevent myself from falling.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

Lucas ended up drinking too much after getting pressured by our classmates. Back then, I thought we'd never see each other again. So I took a chance—snuck into his hotel room while he was resting, and gave him a quick kiss. I wasn't expecting him to open his eyes and pull me into his arms before I had time to react. That was our first kiss—clumsy and raw. He'd kissed me so hard that he busted my lips. I didn't know if he ever felt guilty, but I was scared. I ran out that night and never saw him again.

And now, when Emily, my truest ally, offered me solace, I was hesitant. But a part of me, the part that was so bruised and broken, needed her. Needed the comfort of a touch that wasn't a lie. I kissed her back, gently at first, a soft meeting of lips that held a universe of unspoken emotions. The kiss deepened, becoming more intense, a desperate expression of a love that had been simmering beneath the surface for too long. It was a raw, unfiltered kind of passion born from years of shared hardship and a silent understanding. It was a beautiful, tragic dance of two broken souls finding solace in each other's arms.

Every frustration, every grief, every betrayal that had weighed on her seemed to converge in that kiss, leaving her both shattered and whole at the same time. Kael pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, measuring, steady.

They shattered almost simultaneously. Kai came with a high, shattered cry—cock pulsing hard in my grip, thick ropes of white spilling over my fingers, over Dante’s shaft, dripping down their joined stomachs. Dante followed a heartbeat later—growling deep in his chest as he pulsed against Kai, adding his own release to the mess between them. Hot, thick spurts coated my hands, their skin, the sheets beneath. I kept stroking them through it—slow, gentle now—milking every last tremor until they were both shaking, oversensitive, whimpering into each other’s mouths again in sloppy, exhausted kisses.

All of it shaking. "Aria." "Do not talk." "I need to say one thing." "No." "Aria." "If you say one more word I am going to remember why I hate you." He kissed her instead. It was not the kiss of a man reuniting with the wife he had lost. It was the kiss of a man apologizing with his whole body. Slow. Careful. Almost trembling. His hand in her hair. Her fingers gripping his shirt. His mouth moving against hers like he was trying to memorize her in case this was the only time.

I feel like I'm going crazy again because of his gentle kiss; it's full of care and love. "Baby... can we just have a quickie?" he muttered in his husky voice and gently bit my lower lip. I just moaned and gently rubbed my core on his hard abs that earned a sexy groan from him. He held my butt and positioned himself in between my legs. I just bit my lower lip and gripped his shoulder when I felt the hard tip of his manhood on my opening. He slid its tip on my slit, and when he was about to penetrate me, we heard a loud knock... It came from the bathroom door itself.

The dam has broken. I kiss her. It's not a kiss. It's a taking of possession. An attempt to devour this fascination, this tension, this bittersweet poison that has inhabited me since her arrival. It's silent, desperate, violent. My lips crush hers, seeking to taste, to annihilate the source of the turmoil. I feel her body stiffen, then tremble. A muffled sound, a sob or a breath, rises in her throat.

For an eternal moment, they froze, faces inches apart. Veda's cheeks flushed as Adyant's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with an unspoken desire. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrumming of their hearts. "Sorry," Veda whispered, her breath dancing across Adyant's lips. Adyant's voice was low, husky. "It's okay. No apologies needed.” Their lips nearly touched, the tension between them intensified. Suddenly, the sounds of laughter and shouting flooded back, breaking the spell of desire.