Naruto I Sasuke Kiss Novelas e Histórias

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.

The kiss was charged with intensity, and their emotions surged like a tide. They parted for a brief moment, breathless and gasping for air. Jimmy's gaze locked onto Susan’s eyes, where he discerned a mix of regret and longing. With a gentle pull, he brought her back to him, their lips colliding once more. This time, the kiss was tender, imbued with a softness that spoke of the love and passion simmering between them. Susan's fingers wove through his hair, eliciting a groan from deep within him. His hands explored the contours of her body, sending shivers cascading down her spine.

She was his now to give her whatever she wanted,He didn't give permission to use him yet,But she knew she didn't need to all she needed was her new found power of dominace. Their kiss was fierce, possessive, a battle for dominance as much as an expression of desire. She sucked his bottom lip, leaving a mark of herself on his, sasuke knew at this moment all he ever wanted was her.They parted and gazed at each other "I'm going to need you later" he whispered,In which she only chuckled and moved to find Naruto and Sakura kissing

In Louise's eyes, I study every emotion, scrutinizing the moment when resistance will completely break. NOAH My heart pounds wildly as I finally kiss her. My kiss is soft, possessive, imbued with all the desire I've held back until now. Louise hesitates for a moment, but I feel her body react. Her lips part slightly, and I take advantage of this invitation to explore her more deeply. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, making me realize that this woman, this response to our call, is gradually surrendering to us.

Anthony's eyes locked on mine, dark and intense, and it felt like he was seeing right through all the walls I had built up since we escaped that hellhole. He closed the small gap between us, his lips pressing against mine. It started soft, just a press, a testing. My mouth opened under his almost on its own, and his tongue slid in, tasting of the bitter coffee we’d drunk hours earlier. I kissed him back, my hands sliding up to his neck, my fingers tangling in the hair at his nape. I pulled him down toward the bed with me.

He lingered over her nipples, teasing them with gentle squeezes. Suddenly, Rahul’s demeanour shifted as he gripped her hair with a certain possessiveness, pulling her closer. He captured her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. The unexpected intensity startled Rachna for a fleeting moment, but she quickly responded, her lips parting willingly for his. Their mouths met in a hungry dance, tongues intertwining as the kiss deepened.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

Their kiss felt like forever, unable to breathe, she pushed him, scraping his neck. And that’s when … he saw it. The Ring.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

“You don’t love me. You love control.” His thumb brushed her hand, his gaze burning into her. “And yet, when I kiss you, your body betrays you.” Her breath caught. Rage tangled with shame. “That doesn’t mean anything.” Dante stepped closer, pressing her back against the railing, his voice a whisper at her lips. “It means everything.” Then he kissed her. Not ritual. Not warning. This kiss was hungry, desperate—his claim written in fire and silk. His mouth devoured hers, dragging her into a storm she couldn’t escape.