Royal Silk Kiss 소설 & 이야기

Leaning down, he pressed a warm, lingering kiss against her smooth temple, his deep breath taking in her scent of wild jasmine and sweet rain. "You look divine, my Queen," Dominic rasped, his low voice vibrating right through her skin. Before she could speak, he gently turned her around in his arms. His gaze darkened, burning with a wild, hungry intensity that made Rosalie’s heart leap against her ribs. Dominic cupped her jaw, tilting her head back, and brought his lips down on hers in a deep, passionate kiss that instantly set her blood on fire.

It was infinite and long. Clinging on his neck, Mort brings her to the golden-black royal king chair with big strides without breaking the intense kiss. He sucked her lower lip with a fiery passion. He sits on his throne chair and placed Sumire on top of him. She could feel his huge bulge pressing between her thighs. Her eyes were closed and gasped at the exquisite sensation. His kisses traveled from her chin down to her neck.

Her mouth was open in constant moans and body limp under his dominance. “Ahh! It feels so good-Hhhh!” “You feel so full of me. So perfect!” he whispered against her ear, biting it gently. His hand stayed on her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he railed her pussy sideways. Rosalie turned her head at him with teary eyes. Killian smashed their lips into a messy kiss. He could feel his own orgasm building. Rosa broke the kiss and focused down at their intimacy. Her fingers gripped the sheets and teeth clenched tighter, watching his cock gapping her sweet pussy roughly.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

“Then I let the men at the gate decide who gets you first.” The world tilted. She hated that she didn’t look away. “You’ve already taken everything. You don’t need my yes.” Something flickered in his eyes — there and gone — before a maid appeared in the doorway, arms full of pale silk. It wasn’t white. It was the color of cream poured over gold, the kind of shade that lied about innocence. “No,” Serenya said. “Yes,” Kael answered, voice as calm as if they were talking about the weather.

The flavor bursts across my tongue, impossibly rich. A soft moan slips out of me. "Gods... Royal Chocolate really does hit different." Rhain's breath catches. "Weren't you allergic—?" "I lied," I whisper, smirking. He snaps. One big hand fists gently in my hair as he pulls me into a deep, hungry kiss. Chocolate and heat flood my senses. I melt against him, grinding slowly on his lap. His cock starts to thicken and harden beneath me, pressing hot and heavy against my core. He's so big already. The realization makes my cheeks burn.

I went on softly "Show me that you do. Just....do it. Make me feel like I'm the only girl in your life after Royalty. She's your mistress but I want you as my prince." He kissed my finger softly and wrapped his arms around my waist. I realized he was agreeing to it and wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me and I felt the sparks erupting in my core as my body heated and I moaned. He turned me around and pushed me back slowly until my knees hit the bed and we both collapsed on it. "Relax and just feel me all over." he whispered in my ear. He left my lips as he trailed butterfly kisses down my neck and I tilted my head back and dug my fingers in his thick hair. He gently kissed and bit

the princess whispered. The servant leaned forward, pressing her lips to the princess’s thigh through the thin fabric. The princess exhaled softly, her hand sliding into the servant’s hair. “Higher,” the princess whispered. She kissed up the length of her thigh, slow and trembling, until her mouth met the soft heat between her legs. The princess parted the sheer fabric and held it aside, guiding her closer with a light pull on her hair. The servant’s lips found her, warm and slick. She licked slowly, reverently, the way she had learned the princess liked.

“You? The Queen was high and mighty that this kingdom belongs to you but by the looks of it, it seems the fourth prince is wealthier than you. She promised that silver, gold, diamond and fabric of silk and wool will be mine! Above all the favor to sit upon the throne as future Queen but look at me! I look nothing like future Queen to be. Nothing!” Heat immediately climbed up Klaus ’s neck to his cheek. He felt dazed by her requests, perhaps he should tell her the truth that until he ascend the throne and he has a son he is entitled only a small portion of his father’s wealth. His fingers balled into fists, pride forcing him to man up and prove himself to his wife. That son of a mistress was

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean