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I wanted know what they would feel like. "Read to me." His voice came snapping me out of my reverie and I was glad he spoke up cause I had a feeling that he wouldn't have liked it if I had kissed him and so I simply nodded, slipped from his lap, sat back where I was earlier and picked up the first book. It was titled 'one kiss from you by Christiana Dodd, great for the moment! I opened the pages and began to read while Orian reclined on the seat with his arms spread out paying an attentive ear to my voice.

I don't even let him ask what's happening, I simply grab his face and pull him down to plant a real kiss on him. It's not our first kiss, but it definitely feels like the start of something great. ✨ THE END ✨ ************* Thank you so much for reading my book. I really hope you enjoyed this unique universe and all the characters <3 Check out my profile for more books :}

Then quieter. “Just… shut up.” Then, again— “Kiss me.” And this time, I don’t hesitate at all.

His eyes are dark and his pupils dilated. "I didn't order you to leave my living room," he says quietly. "I-I'm sorry, I thought I'd better get back to work and not bother you any more...." He leans over me and shuts me up with his mouth, I try to push him away, but his tongue caresses my lips in a request for passage to the inside of my mouth, and although I had a thousand reasons not to give in, they all flee from me, my mind leaving me at the mercy of this man's kiss.

I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, but knowing he was going to do wonderful things to me made it hard not to squirm with anticipation. He kissed one inner thigh, and then the other. His cheeks were smooth and I knew he must have shaved just for dinner. Something about the idea of him shaving just for me felt special. His lips kissed the V at the top of my legs and I jerked at the surge of pleasure. I was so wound with lust that even the barest breath against my pleasure center would have sent shivers down my spine. A full kiss was like being struck my lightning.

She cupped my face and sat on my lap "I'll take that as a yes" I said between kisses "Shut up" She hissed

I exhaled with my eyes closed. “Another moment when you are mine, but at the same time…” he landed a small kiss just under my ear, “...you are not.” I fought the urge to turn around and face him. It would surely lead to a kiss and maybe more. I had to stop seeing this guy, but instead, I went to his mansion and spend the night in a bed with him. The memory of how he set my world on fire with his touch before I fell asleep was haunting me since I woke up.

"What are you doing?" "Sssshhh—" his thumb lands perfectly on my bottom lip, making them shiver. "You better use these pretty lips to moan for me, not to question" My heartbeats increase rapidly. I part my lips to utter something again but get interrupted by his hot mouth crashing over mine. His palms wrap gently around my cheeks to prevent me from moving away from the kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, probing for approval as I part my lips wider to let him in with all my needs. He strokes his tongue into my mouth passionately, giving rise to my longing. The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike all the kisses we shared after meeting for years. I don't know what makes him kiss me s

He took her hand, and promised never to let go. THE END AUTHOR’S NOTE Dear beautiful readers, Thank you from the bottom of my heart for journeying with me through In Between Kisses I Whisper. Your support, your reactions, and your presence have meant more than I can ever express. alive. As you turn this final chapter, I’d love to ask one small favor… If you enjoyed this book, please follow me into my next world THE DEVIL’S CLAIM: HIS LITTLE MOUSE. Your support doesn’t just help the story grow it keeps me writing, dreaming, and giving you more worlds to escape into.

Because how do I explain something I don’t even understand? His hand shifts, slides slightly higher, unroll it, resting just above my knees. My breath stutters. No one. notices, but I do. Oh, I do. “Spontaneity.” He says before I can speak. The word is calm, controlled, like that moment wants anything more than a witch encounter. I swear I was spelled. Someone hexed me in some third-dimensional realm, forcing me to slam my lips against his clam-like ones. ‘If clams could kiss like him….’ No….no, Charlotte.