Kissing Shooting Mga Nobela at Kwento

Will the bride and groom kiss each other? "Huh?" Victoria looked at Henry in shock. "I don't have a problem." I said, drawing her attention to myself. I kissed her lips as she turned back to me. She moaned in my mouth as I brushed my lips over her. I touched my heart as my heart was beating so fast that my heart was just thudding in my ears. I pulled myself out as soon as the clicking sounds of the camera echoed in my ears. "Alright, today our shoot ends here!" Henry yelled out.

I looked at Sebastian one last time. Then I raised the dagger high — so everyone could see. The whole courtyard held its breath. And I slammed the blade down. Right into the ground beside Sebastian’s knee. The sound rang out through the stone. “No,” I said softly. Gasps filled the air. The crowd shifted. Shock rippled around us.

I felt him twitch as he rode out our high. He finally broke the kiss for some air. "I thought our first time after so long would be in bed and romantic." He said with a smile. "I loved it this way much better." I gave him a quick kiss as he pulled out of me. "Our food should be cold." I giggled as I pulled my clothes on. "I will heat you a plate. And you better have enough energy because this woman wants her pony ride till she is sore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love. We would be caught kissing when I was saying bye to him in the morning. Poor Maria found us so many times about to rip each other's clothes off, I swear we might give her a heart attack.

They should not bully me now that I had trampled their top one student's pride. Isa gave me a ridiculous glare. "You still don't know why Rogie kissed you in that same spot you're sitting at?" My face turned ashen at her question. Yeah. My mind remembered the time when Rogie entered the classroom and kissed me while our classmates watched me struggling under his tight grip. They did not bother to stop that weird guy from murdering my lips. My cheeks blushed and I looked away. "Let's not start talking about that now," I said.

With a sudden, fierce motion, she pulled him down and crushed her lips to his in a breathless, deeply passionate kiss. The ballroom erupted. A blinding storm of paparazzi flashes illuminated the room as a collective, thunderous gasp rose from the crowd. The touch of his mouth was a violent shockwave, her fingers tangling in the thick hair at the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss. For a fraction of a second, Kasen's muscles went rigid with surprise. But then, his raw, protective instincts broke free. His large hands came up, wrapping around her bare waist, pulling her flush against his chest as he returned the kiss with a desperate, burning heat.

“You don’t love me. You love control.” His thumb brushed her hand, his gaze burning into her. “And yet, when I kiss you, your body betrays you.” Her breath caught. Rage tangled with shame. “That doesn’t mean anything.” Dante stepped closer, pressing her back against the railing, his voice a whisper at her lips. “It means everything.” Then he kissed her. Not ritual. Not warning. This kiss was hungry, desperate—his claim written in fire and silk. His mouth devoured hers, dragging her into a storm she couldn’t escape.

"You have a plan?!" "Shoot. Kiss. Shoot again." "That’s not a plan, that’s a kink!" The back door burst open. A masked man stormed in. Vincenzo shot him in the throat. "One." He grabbed Noel by the waist, shoved him against the wall, and kissed him again. Another door creaked open. Noel fired blindly…hit someone in the leg. "Shit! I got him!" Noel shrieked. "God, I love you."

I planted both hands on his shoulders and shoved him straight under. He came up laughing, water sluicing off his face, hair plastered flat, and I couldn't take my eyes away from how handsome he looked, all wet and dripping. We were both soaked. Both breathing hard. Nobody was watching. No reporters, no Noah, no teammates, no invisible rulebook someone else was enforcing on our behalf. Just the two of us, treading water three feet apart, and neither of us was laughing anymore. "You know," he said, voice lower now, "when I'm around you, I forget I'm supposed to be Jace Carter all the time. Like… the whole record-breaking, golden-boy thing. It just goes quiet and all I want to do is kiss you."

Why had I come here, completely trusting that when he saw me, everything would be okay? And yet, that was exactly what had happened. I smiled. He crashed his lips to mine, his hands starting to wander again. "Kil… Killian!" I half-laughed, half-moaned. "I won’t let go of you," he murmured, pulling me into another searing kiss. And just as I was about to lose the battle of will, giving in to the pleasure of simply being with him… BANG! A gunshot rang out.

The kiss wasn’t planned. It wasn’t soft. It was desperate. The kind of kiss you give someone when you think they might die before morning. His mouth on mine, my fingers in his hair, both of us forgetting Clause Seven, forgetting Harry, forgetting the sniper dot that had landed on Elena’s chest thirty seconds later. The cameras caught it all. The kiss. The way neither of us pulled away first. The way David’s hand slid to the back of my neck like he owned me. Like I’d let him.