Nanashima Kiss Him Not Me Novels & Stories

He smiles mischievously. I look at the person to my left and it was.... Jay. Fuck fuck fuck! Why? Why did god punish me with this? "Only if she's okay with it though." Jay speaks, then whispers, "You don't have to." I shake my head. "I'm fine with it. It's just a dare." I shrug. He looks into my eyes for consent and I nod. He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek.

Noah you can't think like that, he's a Rivvera, ally of the King and he's worthless! Remembering the kiss makes me uneasy, and a smile forms on my face, I shake my head in denial, I need to get it out of my head, but it seems to be stronger than me, the kisses from the other guys didn't awaken anything in me, I take the hand to lips, close my eyes, caress my lips as I remember the kiss and how he touched me, I feel a little strange again, feverish, open my eyes and shake my head in denial of what I feel.

he pecked her lips once more, "let them know that you're and always be the one." Kimberly loved the colour of his eyes as he confessed his love for her. She was happy that he loved her. He might be married but his heart belonged to her. Just like the way hers belonged to him.1 She placed her lips on his and kissed him. His lips were soft and a time she couldn't help and wonder if they belonged to the masculine man she knew. They were fighting for domination as they always do and that made her smile which made her to loose. He was the one in control and she loved the way he took control.

Stepping on flat ground I look up at him "Hmm, good girl" he rasps while manspreading. His eyes look so drunk with lust that I'm finding it hard not to touch myself and come just to this image alone "What do I taste like," I ask in a whisper and he taps his thigh for me to come forward. Walking over to him I stand between his legs "You Nina, taste like everything I need," he says in Japanese planting a kiss on my stomach. He just spoke Japanese oh my fuck. Straddling his lap I grab his face and kiss him. His hands instantly wrap around my waist and I moan into the kiss

I feel like he is Lucas. Our eyes met, and my heart keeps beating faster, then he suddenly speaks. "Do you want me to kiss you?" He smiles at me, and I observe his eyes look below, and we kiss. I was not able to resist him. It feels like I am in someone's control. I push him so that he stops kissing me. I feel nervous at the same time, and then I gulp as I look at him. I notice him smirk and look the other way. He is Ashron, not Lucas. Gosh, Kofi! Hold yourself. I don't want to get another husband. Please calm down.

Nandini asked breathing heavily meanwhile he was busy wiping her lipstick from his lips. Listening to her questions he looked at her confused, "why did you ask this?" "The way you kissed me, i mean this kind of kiss i have only seen in Hollywood movies." Nandini asked with blush and manik cup her cheeks making her look into his eyes. "Don't worry in future you will experience various kinds of kisses, this was just a trailor because we are not married yet, that was the small part of my romance." Manik said in very amusing tone making her hide her face in his chest.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. When did you get back into town, Anna?” Staring at his parted lips, I can only mumble, “Hi, Niko.” Niko steps forward and locks his arms around my neck, pulling me towards him, not giving a fuck, he kisses me with nothing but abandon. “Get your fucking mouth off her,” I feel as Kage rips him away. “Don’t start your shit. This one is off-limits.” Running my fingers over my swollen lips, they tremble, “That is off-limits to you too, Kage.” I send him a warning, “I am here with someone else.”

I leaned in, my lips inches from his. "They think we're broken, Nathan," I breathed. "Let them think it," he said. "It'll make the ending better." And then, he pulled me down. The kiss wasn't the chaste, tragic peck of a grieving couple. It was deep, possessive, and full of the fire we’d cultivated in the mountains of Japan. It was a claim. A declaration of war wrapped in a romantic gesture. The room erupted into a flurry of whispers and camera flashes.

“Good morning. Like what you see?” Lara gasped in much shock and pursed her lips in embarrassment. “I was just waiting for you to finish your session.” The girl looked at him carefully when suddenly she remembered that he was the man that she had kissed and the man had kissed her back in return, almost biting her lips.

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.