Novel & Cerita Love At First Hiss

He pressed his lips gently to her hair, inhaling the scent of lavender that always clung to her. “No matter what happens tomorrow,” he whispered, his voice low and raw, “you are my last first love. Nothing can change that.” The words broke her. Tears welled in her eyes, hot and insistent. She turned in his arms, searching his face, desperate to believe that love could stand against the storm bearing down on them. His eyes, stormy grey, laced with exhaustion yet burning with fierce devotion, held her captive. Her lips pressed to his with a desperation that matched his own. The kiss was not gentle; it was fierce, unyielding, as if both feared it might be their last. She clung to him, her hands

She shifted nervously. “I-” I pulled her against my body, silencing her words with a passionate kiss. She gasped and I took the opportunity to thrust my tongue inside of her mouth. When she melted against me, I lost control. This was not the plan, but I couldn’t resist her. I picked her up before pressing her against the wall behind her. I know I had been warned against pursuing her, but it was too late for that. I had claimed her first kiss, and now I wanted all of her firsts. My hand moved under her short skirt to brush her wetness. I closed my eyes as she spread her legs. Fuck. I was screwed. I knew it was wrong. She was just a freshman who deserved her first time to be somewhere better t

I asked coldly, trying hard not to get seduced by him. “I need love.” He said in a sexy husky voice. “Go and love yourself.” I rolled my eyes and sighed as I turned back to my computer. “Don’t bother me.” “I’ve been here for an hour, just watching you.” He said in his still husky voice. “I love it when you are in excitement and the way the keyboards sound fast like an orchestra in a climax. And the way you bite your lips and squint your eyes.” He suddenly hugged my neck and kissed my top head. He reached for my hand and kissed it.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his voice rough and low. "I’ll be gentle." That night, as he claimed me over and over again, Steve whispered between kisses that from the moment he first saw me, he too had loved me for five long years.

“We can… We have… And we will continue… I love you, Hannah.” “But…” I don’t let her answer as I then smash my lips to hers in a dominating and passionate kiss as I increase my thrusts, faster and harder until I feel those telling tingles skim down my spine to my balls, making them tighten in warning before the pleasure explodes and I thrust my cock as deep as possible.

Just as I had imagined, Laurent's lips were perfect for kissing. That was my first kiss—a clumsy, desperate ambush in a pitch-black room. Somehow, I managed to pin him down, overriding all his attempts to resist. I had no idea where I found that kind of strength, especially since Laurent was always the stronger one after we got married. I breached his defenses, fumbling and inexperienced, pressing closer until I had to cling to his shoulders just to stay upright. By the time I finally pushed him away, I was exhausted and burning up.

Somewhere along the way, we had run out of things to say. We used to share everything, eager to tell each other every passing thought. Then we started saying the cruelest things we could think of. And now, we felt like strangers. "Whitney." His voice was rough, breaking the quiet. "Before you came, I thought about what I'd say. I thought maybe…" He suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit, hacking until blood came up. "I thought, since I'm dying… Maybe I could ask if you'd forgive me."

Having been with David for three years, I was fairly familiar with his handwriting by now. After struggling to decipher the numbers for half an hour, I finally managed to add Linda. As a professional sugar baby, I carefully studied her profile picture and status hundreds of times. And to show my sincerity, I introduced myself first. [Hello, I’m David’s sugar baby.] On the other end, she began typing. Was she not taking it as well as David said she would? I knew it. What kind of first love would be willing to live peacefully with a sugar baby?

she spat, the words catching in a throat that had suddenly gone dry as the volcanic ash they were studying. She stood in her glass-walled replica office, her chest heaving underneath her white silk blouse. For exactly 1.5 seconds, her world had tilted. The moment her skin brushed his over the pulsing indigo crystal, a jolt of raw, biological electricity had surged up her arm, straight to the hollow cavity where her heart used to be. It wasn't just heat; it was an anchoring—a terrifyingly familiar fusion of his scent, Rain and Ancient Pine, and her own, Roses and Gunpowder Smoke. For that heartbeat, the ear-ringing tinnitus of her own rage had vanished, replaced by a silence so profound it fe

"Rule number one- never enter my private office," "Fine,“Rule number two—never ask questions about my past.” Elena frowned. "Rule number three," Elena looked into his eyes. "Never fall in love with me," Elena's heart skipped a beat. She gave him a cold smile. “Don't worry, Mr. Black.” She grabbed a pillow and said, "I hate you too much to ever love you," As she turned around to walk to the sofa, Adrian's facial expression had changed. There was something in his eyes that Elena didn't know about.