Novel & Cerita My First Love Kiss

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.

“No matter what. I’d always come back.” And then, he pulled her in, and their lips met in a kiss that was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desire, not exactly. It was a kiss of survival, a kiss of gratitude, a kiss that said I’m here, you’re here, we made it. It was a kiss that tasted of smoke and tears and cold water, but it was also a kiss that tasted of love, of hope, of the future that was still waiting for them.

Then she nodded, just once. "Tonight," she whispered. "Just tonight. Let us see what this feels like." I pulled her into my arms and kissed her again, deeper this time, pouring every ounce of love and longing I had carried for years into that kiss. For the first time, I was not just my mother's son. I was the man who was falling hopelessly, beautifully, terrifyingly in love with her best friend.

He nuzzles around the corner of my lips so amazingly that I completely feel out of my mind. He sucks my lips and I moan out. My chest rises like the hills and plain with my heavy and fast breaths. "Zion, she is going to come," I say between the kiss. He holds my face with both of his hands and then, pecks on my lips and leaves me. What is that? What the hell was that? That is my first kiss. That is my first fucking kiss and I fucking love that kiss so much.

He kissed her to divert her attention from the pain which felt pleasure at the same time. After having constant pleasure he laid beside her, exhausted. She felt her eyelids heavy, by now she was out of energy. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his bare chest. He smiled seeing her and pressed a kiss on her temple before whispering, "I love you," which she responded saying"I love you too" The moon giggled watching their intertwining souls and the night was shining, spreading love everywhere. Finally, after going through sorrow, hurts and pains they found their love in each other. They found their peace, solace and happiness in each other. She was his first love that

The elf king just shut me out of his heart without a care in the world. When the echo of the door closing receded, feeding only serenity to the entire house, I sniggered to myself and slumped down to the chair, trying my best to hold back the tears. Yet, I failed terribly as those crystal droplets trickled down my cheeks like a broken dam. "So my first kiss was spent not for love but lust," I murmured, swallowing the lumps in my throat, tasting its bitterness and saltiness that was mixed with my tears. *******

he inquired, his voice laced with gentle curiosity. Drawing closer, Camila's voice softened to a whisper. "I love you," she confessed, her words enveloped in a delicate vulnerability. With a tender touch, she cupped Ethan's face, her fingertips caressing his skin. And then, with a surge of affection, she pressed her lips against his, initiating a passionate kiss.

Her eyes became teary, and she felt rejected. So I only had one option left. I took her cheeks as gently as I could with my hands. I approached slowly to her and kissed her tenderly on her lips. It wasn’t a kiss from a lover. It was just a kiss from a complete stranger who had fallen in love with someone completely unknown. Although it was an instant, it seemed eternal, and I really had not felt this way with anyone before. It was my first time in love. “Are you sure of this?” She said as she wiped away her tears.

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

The years melted away, and I found myself transported to the very first time our lips had met, the moment our love story had begun. As the kiss deepened, a symphony of sensations engulfed me. The soft nibbling of her lower lip elicited a low moan, a primal response that echoed the intensity of my desire for her. Our breaths mingled, becoming one as we surrendered ourselves to the intoxicating dance of passion and love.