Poisoned Kiss Mga Nobela at Kwento

I shake my head to hide my embarrassment, not daring to stare at Caleb anymore. "Do you poison wolves rarely kiss?" I was vaguely aware of a hidden meaning in Caleb's words. "Yes, poison wolf's teeth are highly poisonous. All of us rarely kiss others, and rarely allow others to kiss us. For poison wolf, kissing on the lips is a much more intimate, private, and romantic thing than intercourse. It means putting our life in the hands of the other person. One thousand honeyed words and a hundred times sex are not comparable to a kiss."

He twisted and turned, with the tip of his tongue forcefully opening her tightly closed lips, and as he opened those tightly closed teeth, he touched her sweet tongue. "Ugh..." She was startled by this sudden kiss, and her head involuntarily fell backward. Thus, he took advantage of the moment and leaned forward, but it happened that she was completely under him now, and now, the color of his pupils was slightly darker than before. His taste was even sweeter than he had imagined. It was like an addictive dose of poison that, once tasted, he would never forget.

It was a kiss filled with the unspoken language of love, a promise that transcended words. As our lips melded together, time seemed to suspend, and the world outside the room faded away. The soft brush of his lips against mine set my heart ablaze, a symphony of emotions playing out in each heartbeat. I could feel the intensity of our mate bond amplifying the sensation, turning a simple kiss into an electric connection that resonated through every fiber of my being.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

She licked her lip, in hopes, it would break the lump in her throat. "Sorry... Forgive me. I will not expect you to do this right now but...." Her voice broke with tears that pooled her eyes with the sincerest and most pain-filled smile. She swallowed the lump that became hard, that it hurt, in her throat, "...But promise me someday you will." The words couldn't convey their messages anymore. No language could decipher the emotions they were feeling so he kissed them away. He kissed her but he didn't promise... She noticed. He pulled her to him, with nothing but their secrets between them. Their lips moved in sync. It wasn't lover-sweet kiss but a consuming toxic-lovers kiss.

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

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.

My subconscious kept yelling at me to stop him but I was lost in the pleasure of his kisses, which made me want more. “I only know two things…” He kissed my cleavage then moved his lips to the right. “To kill and to kiss.” Then his lips traveled to the left. “And whenever I see you, I want to kiss you.” Saying it, he landed his lips on mine. I kissed him back trying to suck away all his sadness, worries, and whatever he was facing. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to me. He deepened his kiss making me almost lose my breath.

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.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.