Romans & histoires Shinomiya Kiss Him Not Me

He push my chin up and locked eyes with me. I could barely breathe with how close he was to me. His cocky aroma filled my lungs, and I longed for my pain to have me in his room. He leans in like he will kiss me. He bit me on the lip and flung my face away like my lip was disgusting. “Don't do that to her.” Sloane, who stood invisible to me while all this was going on, yelled at Ares. Ares didn't act like he heard anyone speak. He is never known to give his attention to women who are not of his level because of his arrogance.

Elena looked at the drawing. Then at him. "Alexander," she said. "Eat your eggs," he said quietly. "Before they get cold." She looked at him for a long moment. Then she looked back at the drawing. Her phone buzzed on the counter beside her. She glanced at it automatically. A message from an unknown number she didn't recognize. Not Senator Merrill's format. Not Grace's second phone. Something different. Four words. *It is not over.* Elena stared at the screen.

And together, we bank on that, leaning further in until my hips hover just above his. The entire arena stops, as did I……waiting for him to make the next move. Time passes agonizingly slowly. Just when I think he’s not going to do it, he slams his lips against mine in a kiss that feels too real.

Only to pull away the next second as they stare at each other's eyes. This time Koishi learns in kissing his lips as it slowly turns passionate than before. Playing with the tongue and tugging over the bottom of the lip with their eyes closed. A low growl escapes from the Takeshi throat. “I will be with you Koishu and in return, you just have to be with me to never leave me never Koishi and I will never let you leave me” Koishi slapped himself right across the left side of his cheek making him close his eyes. Rubbing over the spot where he just slapped feeling the stinging sensation over it.

he chuckled and my half of my lips grinned at him. "Well, and this..." I leaned forward to kiss him and I felt his hands pushing me more to him. I was impressed that he never tried to moved his hands to try touching me, he was a gentleman not like other guy s who just wanted to touch my body and didn't hesitate to do it on public, but this guy was indeed kissing me back but he has respect to my body. "Damn it! Zoren!" a man shouted and this guy immediately broke the kiss and stared at the man behind me. He looked surprised but he just winked.

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

Unable to control my feelings anymore, I kissed her. <

“Otherwise it’d be the two of us with Nate and Simon. You know how she feels about Nate.” I let out a low growl. “Yeah. She likes him, but gets annoyed with him.” “He asked her for a kiss before he agreed to go with her,” Kimia said as if it was the most interesting fact in existence. It got my attention. “Did she agree to it?” Kimi laughed at my question. “She did, but on her hand. He didn’t seem to like that, and that’s when I told him she’d never kissed anyone. Now she doesn’t have that excuse.”

That neck was so tempting. "You can call me Damian." The man took a step back. On purpose. He paused his touch, which had made the girl he had trapped catch her breath again. Miya's face turned red again. The look in her eyes also seemed to show that she was resigned to what Damian was doing. What else could Miya do at this point? "But…" Miya didn't get a chance to finish her sentence because the ledge she was standing on was suddenly taken away. Miya was silenced by a kiss that was very demanding and didn't pause, forcing her to quickly follow the rhythm. She felt excited by the kiss.