Seal My Lips With A Kiss Chapter 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

-=- This chapter is part of the R18 series. If you are not over 18, please skip this chapter and proceed to Chapter 66. -=- Kissing. 'How did I go on for ten years without this?' Clara forgot how good it felt to kiss somebody, especially someone as good a kisser as Sebastian. Someone who did not slobber all over her. Shoved his tongue down her throat. Or sucked her lips like he was sucking an oyster out of its shell. His kisses felt just right, soft in the beginning, and like a slow-burning wood log, the fire grows steadily, igniting and awakening the desire deep within her.

Instinctively, she licked her lips, only to meet his waiting ones. Without another thought, Ayaaz captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Both closed their eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of their raw and untamed passion for each other. Her heart skipped a beat as he began to devour her lips, tilting his face for better access. Ziniya, mirroring his action, reciprocated the kiss, her toes curling from the passionate grip he held on her. Her inexperience only fueled his possessiveness, and he deepened the kiss as if to forever seal his claim on her.

"Fine, tomorrow I take you with me to english class." I clapped my hands happily. "So are we okay?" I asked him. "No," he said, making me pout. What more must I do? "Kiss Sei and we be okay." He said to me with a sweet grin. I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him to a deep kiss. Sei's lips were surprisingly warm and smooth. I wonder why Silas has cold lips. Sei wasted no time and slipped his tongue in, making me gasp into the kiss. He tightly grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of him. I climbed onto his lap, still kissing him roughly. His hands felt me all over, making me sigh in content. He playfully bit my lower lip and pulled away, smiling widely.

Warning: This chapter contains an explicit sex scene. ~*~ I stiffened at his grip as I waited in anticipation. Every ounce of self-restraint and fear that were holding me back vanished in thin air, and all I had now was passion and desire. As the tension thickened and my hands began to quiver, I closed the gap between us, crashing my lips to him, and finally let myself melted in his arms. His soft lips moved in sync with mine, gently pressing me further to him to deepen the kiss. His hand ran along my back, as I wrapped my arms around his neck, twirling some of his brown locks around my finger. When he bit my bottom lip, I muffled a moan as I heard him chuckle. I raked my hand through his ha

I asked, noticing the flicker of anticipation in her eyes as she nibbled on her lower lip. Raising my index finger, I delicately pulled her lip from between her teeth. "Allow me," I murmured, my voice filled with desire. Leaning in, I pressed my lips against hers, initiating a passionate kiss. With a gentle bite, I grazed her soft lower lip, savoring its tenderness. My tongue danced and caressed, exploring the contours of her mouth, infusing our connection with an intoxicating fervor.

His breath hitched at my touch, a low groan escaping his lips as I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches from his own. In that moment, the world fell away, consumed by the intensity of our shared desire. Our lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate collision of lips and tongues that left us both breathless and wanting more. It was a dance as old as time itself, a primal instinct that transcended rational thought and reason.

And so, their journey continued, fueled by the power of forgiveness, the strength of their bond, and the unwavering belief in the transformative power of love. Their lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate embrace that spoke volumes of their shared desire and the depths of their love. It was a moment of pure surrender, a fusion of souls intertwined in a symphony of tenderness and longing. Their kiss lingered, each second a testament to the unbreakable bond they had forged.

For one terrifying heartbeat, I kissed him back. A moan slipped from my throat, shameful and broken. Reis groaned low, pressing harder, his hand sliding beneath my shift, gripping my thigh, pulling me flush against him. His hardness pressed into me, undeniable, his hunger wrapping around me like chains. The Seal blazed, brighter than ever. “Mine,” he growled against my lips. “You’ll see. You’ll crave me until it breaks you.” I whimpered, my body betraying me, my lips parting for his again—

Chapter 18: Passion Unbound Rebecca and Liam could not wait another second. The moment the front door clicked shut behind them, they crashed into each other like two people who had been starving for years. Their mouths met in a fierce, hungry kiss. Lips parted, tongues sliding and dancing together in wet heat. Liam's hands were everywhere at once, desperate to feel her. He shrugged off his jacket and let it fall to the floor without breaking the kiss, then grabbed Rebecca by the waist, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, and she ground her aching core against the hard bulge straining in his trousers.

His eye finally left my eye, and to my lips, and for no reason, I lick my lips, maybe because of the effect he is having on me. He leans closer to my lips, and I shut my eye, but after some secs and I still haven't felt his lips on mine. I open them and saw him staring intensely at me. "Now I shut you off, yesterday I wasn't f**king any bitch, she came to me asking me out and when I was turning her down she kisses me in the class for no reason and all the time you think I was f**king her, I will as trying to explain to her I'm married."