Kisses Quotes 소설 & 이야기

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

We spent that final minute and kissed each other, not caring about whoever will see us. Because a kiss blown is a kiss wasted. The only real kiss is a kiss that is tasted. ~ END ~

he whispered, his breath caressing my skin as he leaned in closer. The world around us seemed to fade away, and all that remained were his eyes, filled with unwavering determination and an unyielding love. At that moment, our lips met, and time seemed to stand still. The taste of the food we had shared lingered on our tongues, but it was overshadowed by the overwhelming surge of gratitude, desire, and an unspoken promise. It was a kiss that transcended the physical, a kiss that spoke volumes about the depth of our emotions and the unbreakable bond we were forging.

“Yes and I love it. You both looked hot. Like, ‘heatwave in December hot.’ That kiss was the highlight of my week.” I slapped a hand over my face. “Stop. Please.” “I knew you were a good kisser, but I didn’t know you were that bad.” I looked at her between my fingers. “Jeez, thanks.” She patted my back. “I meant that as a compliment. The best kisses were messy. Like, out of control, more like I forgot my own name kind of thing. That was passionate, babe.” I groaned funnily. “Oh and someone made a meme already,” she added helpfully. “Look—it’s a side-by-side of your kiss.”

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you so much.” He kissed her harder. “I hate you,” She breathed into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anything else but you" He kisses—how do she explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned a foreign language and can use only the present tense and only the second person. Only now, only you. There are some men who have never been kissed like that. There are some men who discover, after dexter Less, that they never will be again.

I put extra softness in my kiss to penetrate little Sara’s defenses. “Uhm that was so nice”. I let go of her lips. “So have you ever imagined kissing your friend there ? You know I have kissed Casper here and I promise it is something else. I am thinking it has to be close to perfect for a girl to feel how gently you girls are always kissing us. How soft and sensual it is”. My voice is as soft as the kiss I am describing.

"I did give you everything." "No," Katerina said. She moved with precision and fury and heartbreak. "I gave myself to you. And I'm taking it back." She landed a devastating blow. Dimitri went down to one knee. He looked up at her and laughed. Actually laughed. "You still don't understand. You can never escape me. I'm in your bones. I'm in every breath. I own you." "You did," Katerina said. Her voice was hollow. Final. "But she doesn't. And that's enough."

Their lips met in a deep and passionate kiss, a reflection of the intense longing and emotions that had built up during their separation. Between their kisses, Eden couldn't help but speak, her words filled with both affection and teasing "I have missed you so much, idiot." She said in between kisses. Scott couldn't find words to respond, but he held her close, deepening their kiss, savoring the taste of her presence.

"I know what we have is rare. I have no doubts about you now... about us." A smile graces Kalix's lips as he leans in, the anticipation between them crackling like electricity. Their lips meet, igniting a spark that sets their hearts ablaze, drawing them into a passionate dance of desire and connection. Lost in each other, their kiss deepens, a symphony of emotions swirling between them.

It was a kiss filled with weeks of unspoken desires, a culmination of emotions that had been suppressed for far too long. Her fingers intertwined with mine, and the warmth of her touch sent shivers down my spine. Our bodies leaned closer, our breaths mingling in a silent symphony of longing. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and urgent with every passing second. It was a dance of tongues and whispered promises, a silent declaration of support and commitment.