Novel & Cerita Poisoned Kiss

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.

"A kind of potion that can force the holiest man on earth to sleep with a girl." "Oh, that's it..." This time the poison seller gave is in a form of lip colour stick. "The poison kiss." The seller said. "My lady, prostitutes usually use this lip colour stick to get rich and respectable male clients who are not interested in them at the first place. If you kiss a man with this lip colour on your lips, he will lose consciousness in a few seconds, but he will become very sensitive to touch. You can make love with them without them having the ability to rebel or move at the slightest."

It was contaminated, a mark of betrayal carved into my memory; it wasn't tender. He brought his lips close to my face, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that felt suffocating. His hands cupped my cheeks delicately, as if the gesture could convey affection, and then he pressed a kiss onto my forehead. To him, it might have been tender, an act of care but to me, it felt sinister, a kiss laced with malice, as if his lips carried venom that seeped into my skin, leaving me paralyzed with revulsion.

What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you'd forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

“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.”

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss. Cerise was carried away by the kiss. "Since you kissed me back, then, you must be my girlfriend. Forever, Lizzy and Asher together." Cerise just stared innocently at the boy who had just stolen her first kiss. Asher held Lizzy's cheek. "You are Lizzy. It looks like you're deliberately plotting something behind my back," whispered Asher confidently while Cerise was scared. She was afraid that who she was would be exposed and everyone would hate her.

She stated and suddenly kissed me. That was the first time my lips touched hers. I've kissed so many women in my lifetime but she was unforgettable. The kissed we shared was slow and sensual. We kissed so deep like our lives depend on it. Our clothes were being discarded as our kiss continued to deepen. Then she moaned and called out another man's name. I stopped kissing her and lay her in bed. She was fast asleep after a few minutes. I couldn't help but watch her sleeping. I watch her sleep the entire evening. When I saw the sun was already up I left her alone. I left a note - thanks for the wonderful night.