Nico Di Angelo And Will Solace Kiss Novels & Stories

I rose onto my toes and pressed my lips to his. Nico froze, the shock of it burning between us. My fingers curled into his shirt, my heart hammering as I kissed him like I could stitch the fracture closed with my mouth. He didn’t move at first—then he did. Rough, needy, like he hated himself for it but couldn’t stop. I broke away with a gasp, chest heaving. My hand was still tangled with Luca’s. He had gone still, his gaze fixed on me, on Nico, on everything in between.

“Not this time.” Nico hesitated for half a breath more. Then he lifted her onto the edge of a dismantled altar that lay next to one of the counters, the motion unhurried but deliberate, reverent in its own dangerous way. The wood creaked softly beneath her, and she laughed against his mouth. “This is sacrilege,” she whispered. “Then we’re both already damned,” he murmured. Their foreheads touched again, breath mingling. He kissed her once, twice, tracing down the side of her neck. She felt the world tilt, the light narrowing, the sound of his heartbeat syncing with hers. Nico’s hand stilled in her hair, then lowered, gentle.

"Don't you ever do that again" Angelo was furious, he ran a hand through his mussed hair and latches against her lips, punishing her with his kisses, he bites her lips getting her to open up her mouth, Angelo deepened the kiss while she struggled trying to break away from him but Angelo firmly held her hand. The butterfly kisses he bestowed upon her flitted until she couldn't resist him and so she kissed him back, running her hand through his mussed hair. Angelo trails the kisses down to her neck and she tilts her head giving him access to her skin.

“Then why are you here?” “Because when I kissed you, I felt something.” She closed her eyes. “I felt it too.” Another pause. Then— “I hate you for it,” she whispered. “I hate myself more.” And then it happened again. Another kiss. But this time—slower. Angrier. Wetter. Their mouths collided like grief meeting hunger. He gripped her waist like she was an anchor. She kissed him like he was a mistake she wanted to make again. But she stopped first.

A smile tugged at my lips as the chorus hit, and I sang along under my breath, the words vibrating on my tongue. I didn't expect the night to be like this but I am glad I came. I saw Angelo, looking at me just behind Kate. He was rocking a woman who I assumed might be his girlfriend even though I am not sure. They looked so perfect together but I don't know why he kept looking at my way. Even after we made eye contact he didn't look away. And then, he suddenly licked his lower lips while rocking the woman who has her back bent towards him. The act looks disgusting on him compared to Vladimir.

He is about to rescue me but end up on top of me. Our faces are too close to each other that it’s like only an inch before we end up with a kiss. His breath becomes heavy staring at me. As I blink my eyes, everything turned back to normal. His green eyes are taking me somewhere far. They are so beautiful that I wanna stare at them forever. I suddenly remembered the same scene making me furrow my eyebrows. He stood up and help me stand too. “I bet you will remember Carina soon,” he said when we are back on our feet. Angelo looked really the same as if nothing happened. He isn’t affected at all while I’m too nervous and is replaying the scene in my head.

Sighing, I turned to look at him, and he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. Our lips met, a soft brush of skin against skin. The kiss deepened, and I melted into his arms. His lips were firm, yet gentle, sending waves of pleasure through me. I felt his passion, his desire as my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Our bodies aligned, our hearts beating as one. Holding me with one hand, Angelo untied the belt on my robe with his right. He pulled my bathrobe free. He didn't waste a moment. He pulled his boxers off and kicked them away before he lowered me onto the bed.

he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. The water continued to flow around them, but they stood there, frozen in time, savoring the moment, and the connection between them. They stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, and Gage's hands gently turned Nicole's face towards his. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a deep affection and desire. Slowly, Gage's lips descended onto Nicole's, his kiss soft and gentle. Nicole's eyes fluttered closed, and she melted into the kiss, her lips parting to allow Gage's tongue to explore her mouth.

I kissed his lips. “I again want you to know that I am not sacrificing anything for you. I choose you. I will choose you over everything again and again, so don’t worry about me.” He brought his face so closer to me, saying “Only think about how to pleasure me.” He winked. I hit his cheek, suppressing my smile. “Pervert.” He laughed. Then we continued to watch the movie in silence for a while. Watching a romantic movie, and having popcorn with the love of my life by my side, what more could I ask except to stay in the moment forever?

I said angry that he is making it seem irrelevant to talk about her and what I feel. He stood there looking at me for some time then moved closer. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make seem like I don't want to hear you out. And she is not my lover, you are." He gave me a kiss on the lips and I immediately pushed him away. I knew that with him kissing me I would melt in his arms and not tell him my thoughts.