Novel & Cerita One Kiss Is All It Takes

My face, along with Adonis’s, is plastered all over it on the news, but that isn’t what makes me stop; it’s the headlines and the playing video… On the screen is the video of Adonis and me from earlier; our kiss is all over the news, the way it happened, the way he held onto me, the angry clash of our lips, and the words. ‘IS THE THORNEWOOD BILLIONAIRE HEIR FINALLY OUT OF THE CLOSET? OR WAS HE NEVER IN IT? WHO IS THE BEAUTY HE SEEMS TO HAVE HIS TONGUE DOWN HER THROAT? WE ARE ALL EAGER TO FIND OUT, AND ARE WAITING FOR THE COMPANY TO SHED LIGHT ON THIS MATTER.’

Like he was asking permission to breathe. Adia’s heart was in her throat. 45 days left. Rules broken. The whole city watching. “Yes,” she whispered. The Kiss It wasn’t like in movies. It was slow. Careful. Like they were both afraid if they moved too fast it would shatter. His hand came up to her face. Thumb under her jaw. His mouth met hers and it wasn’t heat. It was relief. It was 45 days of 3:17AM tea and grocery runs and “Ka” and board meetings and Elise’s DMs and pretending this was just a contract.

I hesitated, my mind a chaotic mix of emotions, but then, in one quiet, electrifying moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Ethan’s hand gently cupped my cheek as he leaned in, and I felt a magnetic pull that defied all the fears I had tried to hold onto. Our eyes locked, and everything else faded, the noise of the campus, the distant sounds of life, even the fluttering of my own racing heart. Then, as if the universe itself urged us on, our lips met in a tender, lingering kiss, a kiss that spoke of vulnerability, of hope, and of a promise to try.

“Do it properly, or tomorrow your father wakes to find the debt unpaid.” Her throat tightened. Rage surged in her veins, but so did desperation. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her face again. This time, her lips brushed his, soft, fleeting, but real. A kiss. The world seemed to stop. Heat shot through her veins, uninvited, unwanted. For a moment, she felt the strength in his stillness, the danger coiled beneath his restraint. His lips didn’t move against hers, but his hand tightened on her wrist, steadying her as if she might break.

, I didn't want to do this while you're unconscious. "Adam, what's happening? What are you doing?", I say panick in my voice. "Relax, I'm doing you a favour. Being twenty one and not even had your first kiss? Coke on Iris. You know I've missed you a lot when you were gone". He says untying his sweatpants. I start to tear up. "Please Adam don't do this". "I'm sorry Iris, it's what's best for both of us". And he starts climbing up the bed. I try to kick him away

No matter how badly I want to rip his fucking pants off right now, I’m not that person. “It’s fine.” He softly says. His deeper-than-normal voice sounds like sex to my ear. Stepping back, I wipe my lips and glance toward his midsection. The ‘million-dollar’ kiss has created a very noticeable bulge in his pants and now I feel even more horrible. That bulge in his pants is the risk anyone takes when kissing someone. Getting turned on during a kiss does NOT mean you have to fuck them. “Is this goodbye?” He asks. His tone is curious and deep. “Or see you later?”

He looks funny though, he looks mad, lustful and at the same time like his straining himself to keep still or murder my pussy, which I feel like he's already done. "We didnt really speak about it, it doesnt matter now you balls deep in me and you already took my first kiss and broke my hymen, just keep going" I tell him, pushing my hips up. He groans as I moan, its still sore but it somehow feels good too. "God have you been living under a rock ? I took your first kiss too. I hope you don't get attached and shit, I dont fuck the same pussy on more than one occasion" he says strained as he tries to moving slowly in me.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

This is my first ever kiss! I sat on the curvy sofa just next to us. His kisses got deeper and deeper each time the lights went out. He put his hand on my thigh upwards which gave me a tickle. His kiss went down my neck to my chest. He is about to touch my inner Tangerine when his brother, Uno, came. I almost felt his finger down there and luckily he stopped. "Dos really? You're making out with her?" He asked while sipping the wine on the table. Uno sat on the other side of me and poured some wine. "What do you mean?" This question to the brother. "She is not one of them." Dos murmured. "Amm excuse me ... Did you talk to me?" I groaned and drank the wine as well. "No, not you" They uttered a

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'