Novel & Cerita Nico And Will Kiss Book

“So… what are you doing here?” Nico looked down for a second, then back up at me. “I don’t even know. I just… I wanted to see you.” The silence stretched again. We were both nervous now, standing close, eyes locked. Then, without thinking, I reached for him. Our lips met in a sudden, deep kiss. It wasn’t soft. It was hungry. I cupped his face with both hands, tilting his head as I kissed him harder, tongues sliding together. Nico moaned softly into my mouth, hands sliding up my bare chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle still damp from the shower.

He kept a hold of my hands and held them right in front of my chest. "Jo," Nikko said. "There is nothing I want more than to have you by my side as my Luna, as long as that's alright with you." I nodded shyly, and I felt the blush creep onto my cheeks. "About time," Cressa said inside my head, but I could tell she was happy. Nikko leaned down to kiss me, but stopped right before he reached my lips. "Is this alright?" he asked nervously. Instead of answering, I went on my tiptoes to close the distance between us and pressed my lips to his, groaning in pleasure as the familiar tingles and sparks spread over my body.

Will growls in the book. My stomach does a giant flip when they kiss. Will's big hand wraps right around Marnie's neck, holding her tight while he deepens the kiss. A hand necklace. I squeal out loud with pure excitement and kick my bare heels against the soft mattress. I read a few more pages fast, and the story gets incredibly spicy.

That single word destroyed the last of his restraint. Nico closed the distance between us and kissed me. There was nothing gentle about the desperation behind it, yet he gave me enough space to pull away. His hands remained at my waist, holding me firmly but waiting for my choice. For one heartbeat, I resisted. My palms pressed against his chest as every sensible part of me screamed that this was a mistake. Then his lips moved against mine, and the fight left my body.

“Because you were staring at me.” “Because you were smirking!” We both laughed, and just like that, the years between then and now vanished. We weren’t the fake couple trying to fool New York. We were just Luke and Nat — the unstoppable duo who once believed the world was theirs. As the song faded, applause erupted around us. I hadn’t even realized people were watching. Luciano leaned in, his breath brushing my ear. “You still remember every step.” “Muscle memory,” I whispered.

The warmth of his lips was soft, gentle, a stark contrast to everything that had happened earlier. Nico kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, brushing away the salty tracks of her tears with his mouth, moving slowly down to her lips. It wasn’t demanding or rough; it was tender, filled with a sudden, overwhelming need to soothe her, to make her feel safe, to remind her that she was here, with him, and that nothing else could touch her.

How can he get me so wet with just one touch? I can't resist groaning into his mouth without shame as he presses his lips to mine in a mouthwatering kiss. "Nico, please stop." I say breathlessly, breaking away from the kiss. "Master Nico." He corrects. “You're aware that you don't want me to stop. You're so aroused for me that I can already smell it.” His flawless blue eyes have a seductive sparkle, and I want to run my fingers over his gorgeous brown hair and beard.

Her eyes shifted from his eyes to his thin and nervously Daisy licked her lower lips. Seeing Daisy’s reaction, Nicolas’s lips curled up in a mischievous smile. He slowly started leaning forward, making Daisy’s breath heavier. Nicolas was so slow that Daisy started to be impatient as the excitement was rising between them. Instead of waiting for Nicolas, Daisy took the initiative and she pressed her lips to his. Daisy could feel that Nicolas was smiling under her lips but he returned her kiss with reckless abandon. Daisy was quivering at the sweet tenderness of her kiss. It was a quite long kiss. Their lips only parted when they heard the continuous sound of the microwave which was signalling

~ELENA~ “You already let me touch you,” he murmurs, “but now you’re going to let me take you, while they watch.” My breath catches, but there’s no part of me that wants to say no. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat. Three of them. All of them look at me like I’m something they’re about to devour. Nico kisses me, slow and deep, nothing like the rough, punishing way he kissed me before. This one is deliberate, coaxing, like he’s savoring me.

The surprise in Nico’s eyes was undeniable, though it quickly settled into a familiar, heavy want. Nico moved, his hands reaching down to unbuckle his seatbelt. He leaned dangerously close. I took in his raw, heavy breath as he whispered, “Can I kiss you?” I felt like wax beginning to melt under high heat. “Yes,” I nodded. I let the warmth of his palm cup my chin as he gripped me lightly, pulling me toward his lips. His eyes were already closing.