Peach Kisses Novelas e Histórias

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

Startled and relieved, Katie turned around and locked lips with the person holding her. As Centaur arrived, he caught sight of Pascal and Katie Clyde locked in a passionate kiss. Marcus whistled and approached them with a smile. "Pascal, I see you enjoy kissing," he teased. "Perhaps I should buy you some Kiss brand products. What do you say?" Katie Clyde blushed with embarrassment, while Pascal looked at Marcus suspiciously. "What is Kiss brand?" he asked. Marcus fished out his wallet and explained nonchalantly, "It's a deceptive balloon company that partners with many pharmacies."

Feeling a bit like an idiot standing there, I place my hands on her hips and start to move with her. She’s a good dancer, I’ll give her that. So, why then aren’t I getting it on? I’ll tell you why because I cannot shake Immi out of my head. Just as I move to my left, the girl clutches her hands around my neck even tighter and brings my mouth down on to hers. She tastes of peaches, it must be her lip gloss. Her tongue wields its way into my mouth, it’s warm and wet. I kiss her back. I have to do something, I have to get Immi off my mind.

Our tongues met as the kiss deepened, carrying all the emotions I'd been holding back—the pride, the excitement, and the overwhelming happiness of having her here with me on a day that meant so much to her. All too soon, the kiss slowed down and then stopped. Our foreheads pressed together as I tried to still my beating heart. Her smile grew as she took in the rooftop around us. “This is magical,” she whispered, and peered into my eyes. “I love you, Kendrick.” “I love you more, Peaches,” I replied without hesitation. I took her hand and gently ushered her toward the table. “Now sit down before you make me forget we actually have food waiting for us.”

They looked too good to resist. “God, you’re poison,” he groaned into my ear. I bit my lip without meaning to. “Biting your lip only makes me want to kiss you more.” He yearned. “Then do.” “I’ll be back soon,” he said again, loosening his grip and turning for the door,but stopped. And in the very next breath, he turned back, stormed toward me, and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn’t gentle, at all. It was fire meeting gasoline, clashing and consuming. His hands gripped my face with a desperation that stole the breath right out of me.I clutched at his shirt, tugging him closer like I needed him to stay or I’d drown.

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

But not for Kara anyway. He is holding a cup of coffee in his left hand, his macbook in the other. "Good morning Kara!" he brightly greeted her, showing off his deep dimples and perfect white teeth, completing his morning charm with a wink. Nevertheless, it did not brighten her always dreary mood, not even a notch.