Poison Kisses นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her friends always ran away from her cooking, they all call is poison, and she has always known her cooking is bad, not until he came by. She smiled trickily, and immediately he drank water, she kissed him again. He dropped the plate this time, grabbed her throat and pushed her to himself to deepen the kiss. Pearl moaned, her tits hardening on her chest as their tongues entwined, and her chest nearly bursted with the wildness of her heartbeats. She's always like this around him... Don't judge. He broke the kiss , and she smiled into his mouth, laying on him. "Where the fûck is my gift?" He asked.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

I told her. She rose up beside me and put her lips to mine. I could taste the sweetness of her lips. I kissed her back and this time it's more wilder than before. While we're doing a french kiss, I suddenly felt a stingy sensation running through my veins. I saw the harshness on her eyes. I struggled from her kiss but o couldn't take off my lips from her. She cupped my face and tightly sealed my mouth with her poisonous kiss. My eyes wide opened until the black veins covered my whole body.

She loves the man. She felt the gown slide down her body. As his lips brushed against hers, she gasped. Even then, she never tired of kissing him, as if he were poison, poisoning her from the inside out.Cuhen lightly bit her while giving her a neck kiss. She was laughing as Cuhen kissed her. What the hell is going on? No matter what, she finds his kisses to be absolutely insane. As his hand gently squeezed her other, Cuhen quickly covered her breast with his lips. She moaned.

Poison sighed impatiently, her whole body was throbbing with desire and she hungers for release and wasn't pleased that she is going to wait for the blonde to play nurse finish before she can grant her body the relief it desperately needs. " You took care of me the other day and today allow me to return the favor, " Cat implored the woman when she saw the reluctance on her face. Poison stared, battling with her desire. She leaned into the blonde again and kissed her softly before the blonde could deflect away. " I want you so bad, " she murmured close to her lips. " Can we do this after I have satisfied this craving, " she begged, kissing the blonde cheeks and moving slowly towards her neck.

I murmured, voice like silk over steel. Viktor turned, stepping aside without a word, his jaw clenched tight. I stepped past him, deliberately close, brushing the edge of his coat. His cologne hit me like smoke and ash—dangerous, addictive. “Nice outfit, Revenant,” Aleksander said with a low whistle as I passed. “You planning to seduce the enemy or kill them?” “Both,” I said over my shoulder, not breaking stride. Viktor’s voice came behind me, cool and sharp. “Next time, wear something more appropriate for a war room.”

She had never thought words like that could make her hot and wet so quick. Francis leaned down and claimed her lips instantly earning a moan from her. Her brains literally went off from his sensational touch and heart melting kisses. She loved his kisses although they literally made her loose her sanity. He shoved his tongue into her mouth which she gladly accepted, she wrapped her arms around his neck wanting to taste him more and better.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

一 Yes, it's true 一 I fed 一 Don't do that, please 一 He asked and approached me. 一 I will do it and no one will stop me. Before I could say anything else, our lips were sealed, different from how it used to be, the kiss was rushed and painful, as if he was sorry 一 the taste of the drink was what you could feel the most in the kiss, the taste of the poison was evident, not the poison that killed, but regret, pain and longing, his kiss aroused a thousand emotions in me, but unlike before, the emotions were the worst, I can't say that I didn't love him, I still liked him , but after everything he had done and spread about me, the dislike I felt for him was greater.