Romans & histoires Mischievous Kiss 2

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

She leaped into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck and standing on her toes to plant a kiss on his chin. “This is your reward, because I'm feeling happy!" she declared, her eyes twinkling like stars, captivating enough to mesmerize him. “That's it? Doesn't seem heartfelt enough," He remarked, playfully gesturing towards his lips. Renee leaned in, her breath carrying her unique scent as she whispered teasingly near his ear, "I was going to kiss your Adam's apple, but..." She flashed a mischievous smile. "Marcelo, are you sure you can restrain yourself and avoid...you know?"

She cupped my face and kissed me hard. The kiss was filthy from the start. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, tasting like Marcus and her own arousal. I moaned into her, hands sliding down her back to grip her ass, pulling her closer. We ground against each other desperately, our slick pussies rubbing together in messy, wet slides. The friction on my clit was maddening. Even though it was uncomfortable, neither of us stopped. We kept kissing like animals, tongues battling, lips sucking, moaning into each other’s mouths while our hips rolled faster.

He squeezed possessively. Lila tilted her face upward. Marcus smiled down at her, his eyes dark with lust, and leaned in. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. She felt tiny and protected in his powerful arms as their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. The kiss grew urgent, wet, and desperate. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as she pressed her full breasts against him, her hard nipples dragging across his skin.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

Her hand touched my chest, resting there. I deepened the kiss before I could stop myself. She responded in kind, her fingers curling into my shirt. The mug I was holding hit the floor, and I didn’t even hear it land. My hand slid to her waist and I felt her tremble. I pulled her closer. Her body pressed to mine, and for a second, the world narrowed to just that moment. Just the heat of her and the sound of her breath, and the way she kissed me like she’d been holding it back for weeks. Actually, we both had.

Time stood wondrously still and somehow flew by at the same time as our lips connected and my world righted itself. “I love you too,” I whispered as we broke apart. His smile rivaled the sun. I would have traded the moon and the stars for that smile. He brushed a blossom from my hair, letting his fingers then trace the line of my jaw before bringing me to him for a second kiss. If the first one was good, this one blew it out of the water. Every fiber in my being trembled with happiness.

I keep walking, my feet stepping on stones, on branches, and everything there is on the bottom, and soon, I’m right behind him. I wrap my hands around his torso and lean my forehead on his back. It’s quiet, the only sound is the wind touching the water and our breathing. “You're a fucking liar, McDavid. “I whisper, “It's damn cold. “ “Yeah?” He says and still doesn't move. I stand on my toes, my feet digging in the mud on the bottom. “Yes,” I say quietly and kiss his neck. And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face.

“Yes, I would love that.” “Good,” he said with a grin that lit up his eyes. “Go change into something comfortable, and meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes.” “Okay,” I breathlessly responded. On impulse, I kissed his cheek before darting away to go change. When I looked back, his hand was on his cheek and he was smiling. ***

Chuckling, Tricc tumbled beside their mate, their faces so close that Dirk's breath caressed his nose. Dirk reached up, cupping Tricc's jaw, and drew nearer, closing the gap between them. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, Tricc chuckling softly into the embrace. Their tongues entwined eagerly, both yearning for each other. Dirk deepened the kiss, tracing his tongue along Tricc's lower lip until Tricc relented, allowing him access. Their tongues danced fervently, Tricc kissing him fiercely, hands caressing his velvety skin until Dirk arched his head back, uttering a loud moan.