Rem And Ram Kissing Novels & Stories

He then moved his lips towards her ear as his whispers echoed their unspoken promises. Ameera responded with a pull of his collar, enticing him to come closer. Their lips met once again, this time the kiss deepened and was filled with an unspoken passion. It was slow and rhythmic, an exploration of feelings that were pushed aside during their daily lives. The intensity of the kiss left them breathless, eliciting soft gasps as they sought air.

Crystal kissed him as she wrapped her legs around him when he was touching her g-pot. While Ramos was not ready to leave her lips. He had thought his special feeling for her was because of the puppies, but tasting her again gave him a different feeling that he couldn't tell why he was feeling so indifferent! Ramos had marked her entire body with his marks, and finally they both were near the release when Ramos sped up a bit, and they both came together with a loud moan and groan.

The silence of the Moretti mansion weighed heavily than chains. Emilia sat rigid in her suite, the velvet chair beneath her no comfort at all. Her lips still tingled with the memory of his kiss from dinner—slow, deliberate, burning. She pressed her fingers against them, desperate to scrub the sensation away, but it clung to her like smoke. She had told herself it meant nothing. Just another game, another cruel reminder of his control. But her body betrayed her in the quiet. Every heartbeat drummed with the shameful truth: part of her had kissed him back.

My eyes fluttered up to meet his. "Promise?" It came out a whisper, my voice betraying me at the last minute. I reached up with my own hand and pressed his to my cheek. I wanted to remember the way his touch felt. "Promise," he said. He leaned forward and kissed me. I squeezed my eyes shut, memorizing every detail. I wanted to remember his smell, his taste, and the way his lips felt against mine. I would take it with me until he came home. We broke apart reluctantly, hearing the boys downstairs opening and slamming doors. It was time for them to leave. Dean brushed away a tear I hadn't even realized had escaped and kissed the tip of my nose.

My mouth finds hers, and it's a kiss without brutality. A slide. A fusion. An oblivion. She opens her world to me. And I enter without thinking. Because thinking would hurt too much. Because thinking is still remembering Clara. And right now, I only want to empty myself of my memory. I gently press her against the wall. She smiles, imperceptibly, but I feel it: it's the bite of victory. Her legs slowly rise along my hips. Her arms close around my neck. She embraces me as one gently strangles.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

I could feel the heat building between us, every moment stretching into something beautiful and intense. His fingers tightened their grip around me, and I could hardly think straight. All I wanted was to stay in this moment forever, lost in the warmth of his embrace and the sweetness of our kisses. It was as if the world around us had vanished, leaving only Max and me, wrapped up in each other. As the kiss intensified, I felt myself getting lost in the moment. But suddenly, a wave of reality washed over me, and I knew I needed to pause. I gently pulled back, separating our lips with a soft kiss that lingered, leaving both of us breathless.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

She kissed him back just as hard, tongues sliding, teeth nipping, months of lonely nights pouring out between them. Nothing else mattered. Not the saints, not Bram yelling in the distance, not the curse still simmering under his skin. Just them. Mouths hungry, hands grasping what they could reach. The kiss broke for air, but the curse still flickered in his eyes. Not fully gone. Remi’s hands were already moving, sliding down his chest, over the fresh scratches, then lower. She tugged at the laces of his trousers with shaking fingers. “Let me help you,” she said, voice husky. “Let me take the curse away.”

" But if you want, I can use my fingers to...” "No, not in me," said Ramirez. And I giggled. He let out a wheezing. " Don't spoil my negotiation with the girl, broken into.” I shut up, but I still laughed in silence. They kept quiet, so I turned my head to see what they were doing. Great. They were kissing. I mean, Ramirez thought that shit was a kiss. The man had strange customs, really, but that shit... I didn't know how the girl was letting him rub his tongue in her mouth like that, and not to mention that he had his eyes open. Holy shit.