Mal And Carlos Kiss Novels & Stories

Cynthia was disturbed and spoke in a bad tone, saying: "Little fool, haven't you seen it? The two of them were kissing! Kissing! Smooching! Get it? Go out and play with Luke." Carlo then asked, "Why are they doing that? Are other people's mouths delicious?" Cynthia put the brush down and said, "It's not delicious, what's going on in your head? They do it because they like each other, it's a sign of love." So that was it, Carlo realized, he quickly moved closer to Cynthia's lips and gave her a soft kiss, then at Cynthia's shocked look said, "I like Cynthia too, so let's kiss too!" Then smashed his lips and said, "It's sweet!"

If he had a sleeve up his chest, I wanted to find out what it was and use it against him. That was all. "Okay. Good job." It was time to go. Outside, the soft drizzles of rain were starting already and I needed to get home to my son before dusk set in. We knelt for the last time, and started to stand when Matteo halted me with his palm on my wrist. I darted my eyes towards him, confusion marring my features. "Carlos kissed me last night." My jaw hung open, dryness spreading in my throat. For a moment, we stood in silence before the image of Buddha, staring at one another while the scent of rain permeated through the air.

he said and disengaged from her "Babe," he smirked and drew her closer by the waist slamming his lips on hers not sacred they are in the presence of everyone. "Ewww... Gross, kids are here," Kelvin squeezed his face as they heard Mabel moan his name out. "I have missed you so much," Mabel said as they disengaged from the kiss "Same here and finally that everything is over, we can enjoy ourselves," Lucas pecked her lips once more before directing his face towards Malia

Carlos was my mate, and I was his. "I feel the same way," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Carlos smiled, and then he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. It was a gentle kiss, but it was filled with so much passion and longing that it took my breath away. I had never felt so connected to anyone before, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. Louise then broke through the moment by screaming ewww. We started laughing and I told Carlos I would see him tomorrow. I had to get back to Mira. Carlos insisted on escorting me. Then Louis screamed, "You are not going anywhere without me, I found her first."

I cringed from his touch, but didn’t pull away as he leaned in, pressing his lips on mine. He breathed into the kiss, his touch feather-like. He was gentle, like he was scared I would disappear. Maybe I would. There were no tingles. No fluttering feeling in my stomach. Absolutely nothing came from the kiss, except the cringing feeling his touch sent down my spine. I pressed my lips together, slowly pushing him back. “Thank you for caring for me Carlos, but the feelings are not there.” “You made me realize that I don’t like men at all.” I say with a small smile, taking a deep breath, “I only like Cristiano.” I confessed with a firm voice. His eyes darkened, slowly stepping away from me.

“ But I am not a chicken.” The air crackled. The tension that had been simmering since he walked in, suddenly twisted into something else entirely. Maria’s pulse jumped. She opened her mouth to fire back, but the words never left her lips. Carlos captured her mouth in a searing kiss. It wasn’t gentle. His hand slid to the nape of her neck, fingers tangling in her dark hair as he pulled her flush against him. Maria responded instantly, she rose on her toes, gripping the front of his shirt with both fists, yanking him closer. A low, hungry sound escaped her throat as she bit his lower lip hard enough to draw a growl from him.

She pulled out of the kiss and instantly landed a hot slap on his cheek. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” She yells at Carlos who didn’t expect to receive a slap due to his act. “What’s the meaning of all this?” She yelled more getting even more angry. The kiss repulsed her skin and she felt more than disgusted. “What’s so special about that, it’s not like it was your first time kissing. You already kissed Dante.” Carlos said annoying her completely. He said it like he hadn’t done anything wrong. And how could he talk about Dante right now after kissing her, it made her mad with rage.

His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her exactly where he wanted her as his tongue swept against hers, claiming, tasting, devouring. "Fuck, Lila," he growled against her lips, voice rough with need. "No tienes idea de lo que me estás haciendo." Carlos’s hand caught her waist, pulling her flush against him. The kiss turned feral, his mouth claiming hers with bruising intensity, tongue sliding deep and stroking against hers in hot, deliberate thrusts, while his teeth grazed her lower lip hard enough to make her whimper. He kissed like a starving man, devouring every soft sound she made, tilting her head exactly how he wanted so he could lick deeper into her mouth. When he finally pul

Riley kissed him back, her fingers curling into his shirt. For a few blissful seconds, everything else disappeared. When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily. Carlos rested his forehead against hers, a small, dazed smile on his lips. “I’ve wanted to do that since college,” he admitted quietly. Riley’s mind was spinning. This was everything she had dreamed of. Carlos–the golden boy, the one she had wanted for so long had just kissed her and she can’t wait to broadcast this news to Mia. But as the warmth of his kiss still lingered on her lips, another face flashed in her mind.

She replied, “We were best friends and while you are my first kiss, sadly, freaking Hailey was your first kiss. She rolled her eyes, saying, “I hate her.” There was a moment of silence between them. Carlos repeatedly cleared his throat, but eventually, he admitted, “You were my first kiss.” Frowning, Kate said, “What? I would know if we kissed before, Carlos.” Carlos made a face and declared, “On one of our study sessions, when we were seventeen, I - I stole a kiss from you while you were sleeping.” Kate’s eyes rounded. Warmth reached her ears hearing his admission. After some time, she countered, “I don’t know if that counts, though, because I wasn’t aware.”