Nesta And Cassian First Kiss Novels & Stories

he suddenly asked, the desperation in his voice came off as hoarse and husky. My heart was pounding as I slowly removed his glasses. Just a kiss or two to sate our strong urges. I nodded and bit my lips, leaning back slightly. Cassian brushed his lips against mine gently, the first time as if he was savouring the feeling of my mouth against his. The second time, his lips moulded with mine, our tongues brushing against each other teasingly.

I called. “You made me a promise, sweetheart,” Cassian said. Anika lay inside of me, panting like a dog in heat. I sat on the table and parted my legs. “Come here, baby,” I whispered. Cassian closed the distance between us, meeting my lips in a passionate kiss. I let all my inhibitions go, my body moving on autopilot in response to his touches. “You wore a skirt,” he said, nibbling on my ear. “Did you plan for this to happen?”

She said with a serious expression. Nathan suddenly started coughing, earning a glare from her. I was certain he was trying his best to hold back his laugh. My lip curled up. "Yes, I am sure." She beamed then dropped the knife before she placed a brazen kiss on my lips. It was fast and fleeting. I could taste the alcohol on her lips. We went on with the marriage... I glanced at Cassandra who could not take her eyes from the screen as she watched the entire process. Her lips parted and closed.

“I will learn a lot from Javier... I want to be the reason you smile again, Cassie.” Cassandra didn’t know what possessed her, but she reached up, stood on tiptoes, and took his lips with hers. He didn’t kiss back for a while, maybe out of shock or disbelief, but then, his hand left her shoulder and wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him and taking the lead. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but it grew feverish, hungry, and deeper.

Her crimson smile stretches thin. Oh…this bitch. “Oh this old thing? Why, thank you.” I return her icy smile. I can tell she doesn't like me very much. Does she know about me and Cassian? She can't. We've been discreet. Yeah, Nina. Sex in a car on the streets of Vegas is superrr discreet. “So,” Cassian slings an arm around her shoulder, all the time smiling sweetly at me. “What do you have planned for us? Shower first, or…” he presses a kiss to her forehead.

Vito Giancana ~•~ There was an awkward silence after I had realized what I had done. I stepped out of the computer room leaving Damon and Nessa behind. I swore to myself to resist all my sexual fantasies towards Nessa but I was caught up in the moment and before I could realize it, my lips were on her lips. It was a steamy kiss I didn’t want to end. Her soft lips against mine was something I had been hoping for ever since I set my eyes on her. However, kissing her was just a spur of the moment even though I genuinely wanted it.

He crossed the space between them in three strides. The kiss was violent from the first second—teeth and tongue and the sharp edge of everything they hadn’t said. Cass backed her into the edge of the conference table, lifted her onto it, and shoved her trousers down her legs with impatient hands. She kicked them off. Her underwear followed. The polished wood was cool against the backs of her thighs. Cass stepped between her spread knees, still fully dressed, and looked down at her—blouse open, bra still on, bare from the waist down, already glistening for him in the low city light.

He lowered his head, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that was slow, deep, and intoxicatingly thorough. It gentleness didn't last for long. The moment my lips parted for him, our mate bond erupted into a blinding, golden blaze that washed out the last lingering traces of weakness in my bones. Cassian groaned against my mouth, his grip tightening in my hair as he pulled me upward against his chest, mapping every curve of my body against his heat, kissing me as if he were rewriting every painful memory my father had ever left on my skin.

My husband, Nathan Sidney, is the top doctor in the municipal hospital. However, he refuses to treat my stepsister, Jessica Jepson. He tells me that it's because Jessica's mother, Janice Ferguson, is Dad's mistress, which makes Jessica a mistress' daughter. They don't deserve to be treated by him because they're the ones responsible for tearing my family apart. During a family get-together, we play the "Have You or Haven't You" game. When it's my turn, I confidently say, "I've been treated by Nathan. You haven't." Jessica smiles and pulls out a medical report from her pocket. "Sorry, Cassie. You've lost." Nathan's signature is penned on the report. As I clutch the medical report, I

Time seemed to fracture as Eden kissed him briefly, her tongue thrusting in his mouth in a way that was unapologetic and daring, as if she were staking her own claim on him before he could claim her. A fierce heat surged through both of them as the dormant bond stirred awake with violent intensity. It was their first true contact as fated mates! It ignited something primal inside Cassian's body that he had never learned to control. His restraint shattered and with a low growl he pushed her against the wall and his lips claimed hers in return, deep and commanding, pouring into the kiss every emotion he had buried for years. Cassian felt excited, because this was the first time Eden had ever c