Novel & Cerita Kissing Softly

I whisper softly. "You will never be a nuisance mate." He slowly leans down softly kissing my lips as I close my eyes tightly. The kiss progresses from soft pecks to thrusting our tongues into each other mouths. Though it has been merely a week I missed his taste. As he lays on top of me holding his weight on his elbows he softly kisses my neck. Sucking and nipping as a liquid of want pools my core. My legs cage him around his waist pressing our cores together trying to cause friction and pleasure myself. Letting go of my neck he breathes heavily claws coming out, eyes turning pitch black.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

What if— His hands came out to play, skimming up my arms, cupping my face, slipping into my hair and tearing me from any self-conscious thought I’d been trying to entertain. I arched under him forgetting about… Well, whatever I’d been thinking. His tongue disconnected with mine so he could sprinkle kisses from my lips to my jaw, then my throat. Then his touch moved on, catching on the backs of my thighs and sliding up under my night shirt. “You are so damn soft,” he growled against my throat, the breath in his words, making my skin prickle with unceasing delight. “How are you this soft?”

and kissed me. Soft. Slow. Certain.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

“Let’s see what the Prince of Unexpected Kisses wants.” She cleared her throat and read the message out loud again in a mock-deep, overly smooth voice. “Hey Maya, maybe we could hang out sometime, no pressure take your time…” I buried my face in my blanket. “Oh my God stop, he's accent is more of British french and not Scottish or whatever you're doing” She slapped my leg. “Why is he being so gentle? Why is he being so nice? Why is he being this soft? who raised him?”

“I won’t let him hurt you.” Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was slow and tender and completely unexpected. Kayla’s eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into him, her hands resting on his chest as the world around them faded away. They were so lost in each other that neither of them heard the sound of footsteps on the asphalt, or the soft click of a camera shutter capturing the moment in perfect detail.

CHARLOTTE’S POINT OF VIEW. The kiss is anything but gentle. Instead, it breaks into me, stealing the breath from my lungs until I feel the need to come up for air. Adonis grabs me, hands feeling my body all around until my skin comes alive under his touch. To my surprise, I don’t push him away. I pulled him closer……not because of the cameras, or the people around us……but because I want to kiss him like this. The reality strikes me hot; Adonis tenses under my fingertips when I reach for the back of his neck.

he grabbed the back of my head, then gently touched my lips with his. I didn't want to think of the consequences. I only wished for this moment to last. His kiss was delicate at first. He gave me a soft, tickling sensation, but that wasn't satisfying enough. He strengthened his grip on the back of my head, then slipped his tongue into my mouth. His caresses became intense and passionate. His hand drew long lines through my spine, making me shiver. I was slowly devoured by the excitement he gave me. “I want you,” he whispered and started kissing down my neck.

I whispered, kissing her nape. "Hmm, " She whispered, leaning back onto me as I trailed soft kisses down her ear up to her shoulder blades. I turned her around, her dark eyes heady with desire. Tracing her lips with my thumb, I leaned down and pulled at her lower lip softly with my teeth and then kissed her with every ounce of passion inside me. I needed her. She was an elixir for my soul. Sofia groaned and I tightened my arms around her, dipping her slightly to deepen the kiss. She tasted heavenly.