Romans & histoires Kiss X Sis Fanfiction

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

I break the kiss and she leans her forehead to mine as I rasp "Teresa I... I meant what I said, if we continue I might not be able to stop before I claim you!" "I want this, I want you! I want to be free of him, Sebastian. Please make me yours." I pull her back to my lips, kissing her with all the hunger I am feeling for her. She returns it with just as much hunger. I run my hands over her body and when I reach the edge of her shirt; I pull it up and off, breaking our kiss for only a second before continuing. I stand up with her in my arms and make my way over to the bed; I pull the top blanket off with one hand and then lay her down. I kiss my way down her body, listening to her soft mix of

"Love me before I unveil more of my plans and articulate in greater detail the path we can forge together." Her heart pounding, Isabella found herself leaning in, drawn by his nearness and the promise in his voice. Their lips met, and a spark ignited, quickly escalating into a passionate embrace. Mahesh, his excitement palpable, deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fervent urgency that mirrored the desire building within him. Isabella reciprocated wholeheartedly, their passion intensifying with each shared breath. As his hands moved to caress her breasts lovingly, sensation washed over her.

She kissed him like she wanted to climb inside his skin, like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment. Theresa threw Phoenix a wink. Phoenix gave her a thumbs-up. They grinned like witches watching a curse unfold exactly as planned. But Kade finally broke the kiss harshly, almost violently and Cassandra sat there breathless, glowing with satisfaction. Collins’ fists clenched beside Isabella. His jaw twitched. He hated that Kade kissed his twin sister. Hated it because he knew Kade didn’t care about Cassandra. He knew Kade would never like her the way she liked him yet her sister wouldn't stop drooling over him.

She was speechless earlier and just like what I have expected, she's more than happy as ever that it fucking makes me feel guilty. Yet, I am still winning the game. The wild lion is mad and it does have an effect on him. I am certain that I am going to check his kiss on my list in no time. I know how it will continue; Leon will be furious about me pursuing his sister for real to be my girlfriend, he will nag about it and he will never stop begging me to stay away from his sister, and then once more, I will give him my condition to kiss me, and voila!

She whimpered softly into his mouth as she kissed him. "God, I want you to fuck me so bad," she said. He smiled. "Patience, beautiful," he whispered, driving his cock upwards again. She whimpered, but whispered, "Yes, Master," into his ear, forcing him to smile. As Kara came down from her orgasm, she sat up and pulled Kelly into a deep, passionate kiss. "It's so weird seeing you two kissing," Danielle said. "It looks like you're sisters," she added. Kelly and Kara both giggled and turned. "I don't know that I'd be able to resist her if we suddenly found out that we were sisters."

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

“I love you sis.” “I love you too,” I whispered. “Go back to work.” She’d already hung up. Isla knew before I said anything. She walked in from school, looked at me across the kitchen for one second, and said, “Something happened.” “How do you know?” I asked. “You keep almost smiling and then catching yourself.” She dropped her bag, slid into the chair with that quiet, assessing patience she’d had since she was four. “I kissed Sebastian,” I told her. She studied me for a moment. “Obviously,” she said.

As I'm about to pull away from his arms, he does the unexpected. He nods at first, making me think he understood I didn't want a kiss right now. Instead, he leans into kiss me again. Did you not get the hint? I'm not in the mood, dipshit. I give in and kiss him back. A short, quick one. He clutches onto my wrist and leads us over to the bar, where he had saved us two seats. "Two tequila shots!" He yells over the loud music, almost making me cringe at the sudden voice.

Resting my cheek there, I whispered, “I missed you.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in tighter. His hand slid up to my jaw, fingers brushing lightly as if testing how fragile I was. “What exactly did you miss?” he asked, his voice dropping low. I stood on my toes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I just… I want to go back,” I said with breathless. “Kiss me,” he demanded. I didn’t think twice. My lips found his again, but this time he didn’t hold back. His mouth moved against mine, with deeper and hungrier.