Rosé Kiss 소설 & 이야기

I remind her. I reposition my hold on her, sliding one hand down her back, closer to her center and teasing the split in her cheeks with my fingers. Zarina jumps in my arms, making me chuckle darkly. I capture her lips in a scorching kiss while slipping one finger over her tight little rosebud. “Finn…” she whispers, breaking our kiss. I thrust my hips and grind my cock against her clit while pressing just the tip of my finger inside of her ring of muscle.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

Our skin touching feels like lost pieces finally finding each other after being apart for so long. He breaks the kiss for a moment, only to look at me with eyes darkened by desire. "I want you, Rose," he whispers right against my now-swollen lips. I gaze into those gold eyes, feeling myself fall deeper. I don't know how to respond to his words. I am utterly enchanted by him. Xavier gives a faint, possessive smile. He leans down again, kissing my neck with small nips that make me arch my back and grip his sturdy shoulders.

“I won’t let him hurt you.” Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was slow and tender and completely unexpected. Kayla’s eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into him, her hands resting on his chest as the world around them faded away. They were so lost in each other that neither of them heard the sound of footsteps on the asphalt, or the soft click of a camera shutter capturing the moment in perfect detail.

Cece asks her. “No, I took the day off. Aunt Cece, you missed my birthday last week.” “I know, Flower, I’m sorry. I had a show to host. But I’m sure Mummy and Daddy passed along my gift?” Lilly nods rapidly. “I really liked the dress!” A dress from Cece Louvel. Of course she liked it. This suddenly feels too intimate. Too… familial. My eyes drop to the ground. I shouldn’t feel anything. Roland and I aren’t a real couple. But hearing Lilly refer to “Daddy” and seeing Debbie here—beautiful, unreadable Debbie—creates a sharp twist in my chest.

To admit his flaws, to give explanations for his wrongdoings, in front of so many influential people — it was on another level. My heart melted. Tears escaped my eyes before I could stop them. Ryan came to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. Not a peck, not a staged kiss for the cameras, but deep, passionate, consuming. His lips pressed against mine with urgency, with desperation, with a rawness that spoke of regret and longing. It was as though we poured all our emotions into that kiss — the years of silence, the pain, the love we had buried. For a moment, I believed there was hope. That maybe, just maybe, we could give ourselves another chance.

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

Dmitri nuzzles his nose against hers and kisses her squarely on the lips. A warm mist starts to swirl around them as they engage in a slow, passionate kiss. Roseanne moans when his tongue brushes hers in a delicate manner, lightly pecking her. He pushes her against a rock and lifts her to wrap her legs against his while his lips are busy exploring hers, caressing every bit of it.

Rose could have stopped the kiss the moment she realised that her husband was still next to them, but the joy inside her made her curious, and she chose to pursue the kiss till the end. So, with carefulness, she planted tiny kisses all over the man’s lips, her soul hoping his inactiveness didn’t mean that he hated what she was doing. Rose transferred her kisses to his forehead, nose, and neck. By the time she returned to his lips, the man’s hands circled her waist, his breath ruffled the top of her lips, and he made her feel the essence of intimacy with the urgency of his kiss.