Novel & Cerita Mo Dao Zu Shi Kiss

Dave froze. "Fuck, she's kissing me." He wanted to push her off him, but the taste of her lips drove him in as he found himself kissing her back, so passionately and dominating, it felt so good kissing her like this, this was heaven, he wish for this to last forever, he put his hand on her waist moving her closer to his body as he take over the, kiss her so hard, he suck on her lower lip as she moaned in his mouth, fuck her little moan was just driving him crazy, Shoving his tongue in her mouth, he kiss her harder, like he is possessed, and she moaned again enjoying the kiss,, , He flipped her, as she lays on the couch under him, he looked at her face, she looks so perfect under him, lips pa

he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, and Marissa felt her heart swell at his words, knowing that their love was more than just a physical connection; it was way more than that. As they sank to the ground, Dario’s lips met Marissa’s in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, desire, and an unbreakable bond. Marissa melted into him, her hands exploring the muscles of his back, feeling the strength that lay beneath his skin. Dario deepened the kiss, pouring all his love and devotion into that single moment, igniting a fire within her that she had never known before. Their bodies moved together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly in place. Marissa felt

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

I had expected it to be worse, based on what others had told me, but the discomfort was manageable. Daxon suddenly stopped, his eyes meeting mine as he realized he had hit my barrier. His expression was a mix of concern and determination. "I love you," Daxon whispered before capturing my lips in a deep kiss. Then, in one swift, powerful thrust, he pushed past the barrier, and I let out a scream of pain. Daxon's lips silenced my cry, his kiss intense and consuming. He held still, allowing my body to adjust to his size. As he began to kiss my neck, the pain gradually subsided, replaced by a growing pleasure. I started to move my hips, urging him on, and he responded with a deep groan.

David leaned down and kissed me…slowly, deep and claiming. David’s kiss was slow, like he was tasting something he’d waited months to sample. His tongue slid against mine, not rushed, just claiming. When he finally pulled back, my lips felt swollen, tingling. His hand stayed cupped under my chin, thumb stroking my jaw as he studied my face.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

One of his hands glided down to caress her back while the other gently cradled the nape of her neck. His warm, authoritative lips assaulted hers, as if seeking to solidify every promise that had just been uttered between them. The kiss did not linger for long, yet it left a profound mark vibrating through Moza's nerve endings. Despite her shock, Moza did not reject him. She closed her eyes tight, permitting Dastan to execute whatever he desired to validate her surrender. A few moments later, Dastan pulled his face back. His sharp eyes scanned Moza’s lips, which had turned a deep, flushed crimson.

Maya whimpered and clutched Zoe’s shirt, holding her close as if she might disappear. The kiss grew hungry. Zoe nipped her bottom lip, teased her tongue, drew her deeper until Maya’s head spun. When Zoe finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her grin triumphant. “See?” Zoe whispered. “You’re not shy at all when you want something.” Maya flushed scarlet. “Shut up.” Zoe chuckled, picking up the glass dildo again. She traced it along Maya’s bare arm, letting the cold surface send shivers racing down her skin.

In a fiery kiss, Max whisks us into his room, slams the door, and locks it. He grabs my waist, lifting me, our lips never parting. I hold tight, fingers entwined in his hair, igniting a throaty groan. Our shoes fly off, we crash onto his bed, him on top. He breaks our scorching kiss, descending to my neck, fingers toying with my shirt's string. "How much do you adore this top?" he teases.

Bo Yan sneaked a kiss on Shen Zhiwei's lips while Duoduo wasn't paying attention to him. She immediately reached out to stop him and said in a serious tone, "Dad, you can't kiss my mom. Only girls can kiss women. We're girls. I can kiss her." With that, she raised her neck and kissed Shen Zhiwei's lips. Shen Zhiwei glanced at Bo Yan. He was trying to look at her pitifully, while Duoduo looked like a winner.