روايات وقصص ضمن Moonshine Kiss

Now, as the High Priestess pronounced us as Alpha and Luna, we sealed our fate with another daring kiss. A kiss that will be followed by thousands more in our lifetime. And thank the Moon Goddess, in the end, Kiera Moonbeam chose to kiss me forever. The End

The ambience was brought alive by the soothing sounds of soft moans and lips passionately clinking together. Katniss and her fiancé, Noah were lip locked in an intense kiss with their hands freely alternating and caressing different sides and places of the other's body. They utilized every single second they spent in the act to enhance the already fiery mood by trying their best to send feels down the other's spine.

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he asked, his voice low and husky. Trixie leaned forward, her elbows on the bar, giving him a generous view of her cleavage. "Surprise me," she purred, her lips curving into a seductive smile. The bartender mixed a drink with practiced ease, his fingers brushing against Trixie's as he slid the glass towards her. "It's called a Devil's Kiss," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "Careful, it's potent." Trixie took a sip, the alcohol burning a trail down her throat. She licked her lips, savoring the taste. "Delicious," she murmured, her eyes never leaving the bartender's.

It’s a silent, breathtaking reversal of dominance. He lowers his head and our mouths crash together, brutal and consuming. His kiss is a declaration of war, fueled by the scotch he’s been drinking, the fury of the slap, and the pent-up denial of the last four days. His tongue plunges into my mouth, possessive and rough, tasting the wine, the lingering resentment, and the sharp copper of my own blood.

He crashed his lips back down onto hers with a devastating, unyielding force that utterly consumed her scream. This kiss was entirely different from the last. It was raw, demanding, and dripping with an ancient, starving desperation. He parted her lips with a brutal, possessive swipe of his tongue, tasting her deeply, claiming every hidden corner of her mouth as if he were trying to swallow her whole. Rosalie whimpered, her hands tightening into useless fists above her head as the ropes held her captive. She tried to fight the kiss, tried to pull her head back, but Dominic’s grip on her neck was like a vice of solid iron.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

His lips slightly brushed against mine and at this point, it took everything in me to just hold back from pulling him into a kiss. “I’ll always choose you.” He breathed one last time before connecting his lips to mine, sending sparks of electric down my spine. I kissed him back hungrily, my hands already wrapping around his neck as the kiss deepened. A hand made its way under my dress and I held back a moan when his warm fingers roamed around the back of my skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. Draven parted his lips and started leaving trails of wet and hot kisses down my neck, his teeth nibbling on my soft spot, causing an uncontrollable moan to escape through my lips. I lost

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.