Naruto And Sasuke Kissed Novels & Stories

“Seven? You and your brothers?” Nicolas nodded. “Yes.” They ordered lunch, and while they chatted about work, their meal arrived. Noah was enjoying his food, a steak that was perfectly charred and grilled to perfection and mashed potatoes that were so creamy, they were to die for. He was just popping a piece of steak into his mouth when he saw two men walking into the restaurant and heading over to Sakura and Akira a few tables down. He recognized Sebastian, with his tall, muscular body and pale-blond hair. The other man, who looked younger, had black hair and a lean body. First Sebastian leaned down and kissed Sakura on the lips, and then it was the other guy.

Kiran York leaned in and kissed Lady Meiji on the lips. She was taken aback, not expecting him to kiss her. Even though her body was just a shadowy apparition, in that moment of the kiss, they both felt the reality of each other. Lady Meiji's body was cold, but Kiran's mouth was warm. Their two months together had created a deep understanding and a tacit connection between them. As they kissed, a fusion of ice and fire, cold and warmth, emerged from their bodies. This fusion began small but grew stronger, especially around Lady Meiji, as a force seemed to gather from Saintess Mountain. What started slowly soon intensified like a storm.

Tonight would be the first time of the union of two souls who loved each other. The kiss deepened, faster, grew hotter, and became wetter. Nathan sucked Nina's upper lip, and the girl reciprocated by sucking Nathan's lower lip; Nina's small bite made Nathan sigh softly. Nathan also sucked Nina's tongue, which made the girl moan, and Nina did the same. Their tongues intertwined and tickled the growing desire.

Lucas gave Luna a demanding kiss, and she welcomed it eagerly. Luna wrapped her arms around Lucas's neck and responded to every kiss he bestowed upon her. Lucas then lifted Luna's hips, and she wrapped her legs around his strong waist without letting go of their passionate lip-lock. They were both consumed by the escalating passion, their bodies igniting as their desires rekindled.

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.