Nico Di Angelo And Will Solace Kiss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Nico whispered, "every man in the room will want you and every woman will hate you." "And what will you do?" Nico’s eyes met mine in the mirror. They were dark and possessive. "I will stand next to you," he said. "And I will dare anyone to touch what is mine." He spun me around and kissed me hard, messing up my lipstick. "We take the dress," Nico said. "And the earrings and the shoes." "And then?" I asked, breathless. "And then," Nico grinned, "we go get lunch. I promised you burgers."

Or was there? “I don’t want Angelo!” I burst out, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I don’t! He tried to kiss me, and I was pushing him away when you saw us! I don’t want him! What Angelo and I had was in the past, what happened today was a mistake and I’m sorry” Dante’s eyes searched mine, looking for the truth. “Then what do you want, Ariana?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. “Tell me what do you want?”

It’s interesting to watch. “I would love to ask more personal questions to the woman who made my friend so wildly in love, but alas, we need to postpone that for next time,” Nico says, glancing at his phone. “You mean it’s already time for your date?” Liam reveals. He winks at him. “That’s part of it.” Nico rises from his chair, kneels in front of me, and gently presses his lips against the back of my hand. I feel my cheeks flush with heat as I glance over at Liam, who seems exasperated by the gesture.

I cry out in frustration and Nigel just stands glued to his spot as he keeps looking at me like I have lost my mind! I decide to ride on. "Catania and I kissed earlier today and I have not been able to think straight ever since the incident! Ander screams the word mate whenever I see her, but says nothing when I'm with Mia. Catania's pheromone smells way stronger than Mia's and you and I know it is not supposed to be that way. You know, I want to think that Catania is actually my mate but then, when I look at Mia, I say that is impossible because I know she doesn't have the courage to tell me a lie of that magnitude when she knows the consequences are apocalyptic! I honestly don't know what

It was the most tender kiss they shared. “I love you Maya Asher.”

I felt so weak that I wished I died in the car crash instead of my parents. "Listen to me, Angel" Ace said seriously and roughly rose my face so that I would look at him. "Right now, you need me" he stated. "I'm not leaving. I will not leave" he said sternly. "Understand?" he asked. With that, he crushed his lips against mine. Instinctively, my hands found their way in his hair, I tugged on them and pushed my lips harder against his. I felt all the tension leaving my body slowly. He picked me up, making me wrapped my legs around his hips. He walked to the living room, without breaking the kiss and sat on the couch with me straddling him. He pinched me slightly and I gasped in need when he sl

"An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth, Signora. Alcatraz will not let this pass, Ilde Famiglia will get even" I press my lips together, eyes become void with emotion as I look at the dangerous smile plastered on Nicolai's face. He's whole attention is on the wide greenfield in front of us. I could feel his anger, the intensity of his gaze is like a burning fire seeking for revenge.

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.

Then, with a determined exhale, I closed the distance. Nico's lips met mine in a collision of surprise and delight. The kiss, unexpected and raw, was a jolt of electricity that sent shivers down my spine. The world around me dissolved, replaced by the taste of cherry chapstick and the scent of Nico's cologne, a comforting familiarity that sent my head spinning. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer, I melted into his embrace. The kiss, no longer hesitant, was a symphony of unspoken confessions. His tongue explored mine, a gentle dance that spoke volumes of the emotions we had both held captive.

L'Angelo stopped, standing up to meet my gaze. He smirked and leaned forward to place a kiss on my lips. He kissed me hard, making me taste myself on his tongue. His mouth fought for dominance and I gave up when I tried to wiggle my hands once again.. L'Angelo seemed to take pleasure from my pain, cause he smiled and placed a kiss on my head.. Masochist! "Don't look at me like that, all you have to do is beg." He said. "Please."I begged like he wanted me to.