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he melted into her, holding her tightly like she was the most precious person to him, and at that moment she truly believed she was. Their lips gently brushed against each other, creating a tender and sweet sensation. It was a soft and delicate kiss, filled with warmth and affection. Time seemed to slow down as they savored the intimate connection between them. The touch of their lips was gentle, when Killian's tongue found its way into her mouth, Lisa shivered in delight.

My phone bing’s a couple times scaring me. Daniel: Hey Kiss. I was just wondering how you are. Porsha misses you Kisses: Hey Dan. I’m doing alright, aww I miss her too. Maybe if its okay with you I’ll stop by after school? Daniel: Yeah, please do! Unknown: Hey sweet cheeks Kisses: How’d you get my number? Rain: Your friend gave it to me. Soooo Kisses: Of course she did. Soooo? Rain: Coffee, tomorrow at Starbucks. 5, I’ll meet you there ;)

Halsey’s heart stops beating for a moment as Nathan kisses her full on the lips. Her eyes widen in shock but her body cannot react. He presses his lips against hers and his strong musky scent is drowning out all her thoughts. Nathan is surprised by the girl’s reaction or lack of one. Her lips feel soft, making him deepen the kiss. She slightly puckers when his tongue brushes against her lower lip and Nathan can feel her tremble. He slightly opens his eyes to study the girl he’s kissing. Her bright chocolate eyes are covered by a pair of thick rimmed glasses. She has a sweet vanilla scent and her lips taste like honey. Her heart shaped face is terrified and she’s scared stiff.

He leaned down, his mouth hovering over her glistening folds, and then—his lips met her skin. The kiss was gentle at first, a soft promise of things to come. His tongue slid along her slit, tasting her sweetness, making her arch her back and grip the bedsheets. She moaned, the sound echoing through the room, and it only spurred him on. He began to suck, his tongue circling her clit, pressing against it in a rhythm that made her hips rock against his face. Her moans grew louder, filling the space, mixing with the sound of wet kisses and the faint smack of skin on skin.

Then he murmurs, so low the sound is lost in the wind. "Mine." And then, only then, he truly kisses me. It is not a groom's kiss. It is a claim. His tongue asserts itself, possessive, dominating, marking his territory in a language only we understand. It is the kiss from the office, from the floor of his office, from the hotel mirror in Tokyo, concentrated into a few seconds stolen from public view. When he withdraws, my lips are numb, my breath short. Applause erupts, the music swells again. People smile, some wipe away a tear.

“No matter what. I’d always come back.” And then, he pulled her in, and their lips met in a kiss that was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desire, not exactly. It was a kiss of survival, a kiss of gratitude, a kiss that said I’m here, you’re here, we made it. It was a kiss that tasted of smoke and tears and cold water, but it was also a kiss that tasted of love, of hope, of the future that was still waiting for them.

Her grey eyes stared deep into Lalisa's, a captivating and binding gaze, before her lips crushed down, heavy and demanding, a kiss that declared power and was the beginning of everything. While Kieran was possessing Lalisa’s lips, Kline, the artist of touch, began her work from the right side. Her soft lips and tongue started at the crook of Lalisa’s neck, sucking and nibbling gently until a long trail of red love bites appeared, before moving down to her full breasts. Her gentle but hot palms squeezed and caressed Lalisa’s chest, while her lips took possession of one nipple, sucking deeply and skillfully.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

To admit his flaws, to give explanations for his wrongdoings, in front of so many influential people — it was on another level. My heart melted. Tears escaped my eyes before I could stop them. Ryan came to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. Not a peck, not a staged kiss for the cameras, but deep, passionate, consuming. His lips pressed against mine with urgency, with desperation, with a rawness that spoke of regret and longing. It was as though we poured all our emotions into that kiss — the years of silence, the pain, the love we had buried. For a moment, I believed there was hope. That maybe, just maybe, we could give ourselves another chance.

But just as her hand touched the handle, Kenny grabbed her wrist gently and pulled her back. Her whole body froze, her eyes widened, and she looked at him, unsure of what he was doing. Her heart was beating so loudly she could almost hear it. Kenny was still looking into her eyes, this time more deeply, as if trying to read everything she wasn’t saying. Then he spoke softly. “Be careful, Natasha,” he said. She nodded slowly, not sure if her voice would even come out if she tried to speak. Then, before she could move, Kenny leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.