Lies Before Kisses นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Xavier, what else was he planning to strip away from my life? “Ethan... you’re so calculating,” Lia purrs, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustle of leaves. As he leans in to kiss her again, the scent of blooming flowers fills the air. “It was all for you, love. I promised you the world,” he whispers, her breath warm against his skin. In the fading light, their silhouettes intertwine, casting long shadows on the ground. A sense of anticipation hangs in the air as Lia’s smile illuminates her face. They share another lingering kiss, their lips meeting like a delicate dance.

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

I closed my eyes and placed my hands on his waist, braced for whatever came next. “Look at me,” he commanded before his tongue dipped into my mouth. I could taste myself on him and that sent a clench through my core. When he pulled away I gazed up at him, my breath sawing in and out of me. He pushed forward and mind went back to when I’d asked Jay what to expect. She’d told me it depended on the guy and it was always different. I asked her if it would hurt. She’d told me just a little and that I’d get used to it quick. She said me being tall would make it easier if he was big. She was a liar and therefore a terrible friend. It hurt like hell. I couldn’t breathe and was positive tears were in

My eyes snapped up to meet his just as his head dipped and caught my lips in a burning kiss. This was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I'd shared a fair number of kisses before, a couple with Eric, and none of them had ever felt like this. This wasn't the usual mind numbing or searing kiss that reduced a girl to mush. This was something quite different. It was more wilful and a little strange. As his tongue curled around mine, warning slithered through me and I shivered. He pressed me harder against the base of the statue and he ground into me, a low growl grumbling from deep in his throat.

Dimitri looked at her like she was speaking a language he'd never learned. "It's too late," he said. "It's always too late." Lena stepped forward. She knelt down beside her mother. "It's not too late," Lena said. "It's only too late if you choose for it to be." Dimitri looked at both of them. Mother and daughter. The two people he'd hunted across the world. The two people who'd chosen each other over empire. His hand moved. Not toward a weapon. Toward his chest. He was pulling something out. Something small. A photograph.

I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.

He had come back earlier than promised, and the relief of seeing him overwhelmed me. I dropped everything, my bag, my purse, my phone, the flimsy veneer of my composure, and ran to him. My arms wrapped around his rigid form, pulling him into a desperate, clinging embrace. His expensive suit jacket felt like a shield, unyielding beneath my touch. My lips found his, a frantic seeking, a desperate plea. I kissed him like my life depended on it, pouring every ounce of my overwhelming relief, my missed longing, my sudden, chilling dread into that single, open-mouthed kiss.

What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you'd forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

Bastien leaned in toward her lips and whispered her name: —"My sweet Kitty..." Kate, feeling his minty breath and the warmth of his body, felt sparks ignite on her skin. Butterflies fluttered wildly in her stomach. She had never felt this way with her boyfriend. She closed her eyes and let Bastien take her mouth. Even though it wasn’t her first kiss, his lips felt sweet, soft, and warm. His tongue asked for permission to enter, and Kate didn’t hesitate to grant it. Bastien’s hand rested on her cheek, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. Kate’s heart pounded so hard it echoed in her head, just like Bastien’s. They slowly pulled apart, and he rested his forehead against hers.

They both leaned closer over the table, the warmth of their drinks mingling with a growing tension in the air. Then, in a moment that felt electric, their eyes locked. The laughter faded away, replaced by something deeper, a silent understanding passing between them. Time seemed to stretch as Marley leaned in slightly, her breath mingling with the scent of chocolate and the liquor she had just drank. Without breaking eye contact, she closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a gentle yet bold kiss. It was soft at first, a hesitant exploration filled with the sweetness of chocolates and the thrill of something new. Jonathan felt a rush of warmth, his heart racing as h