Smother You With Kisses นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My touch is gentle yet firm, seeking to offer comfort and reassurance. With her head nestled against my chest, I press a tender kiss to the top of her head, my lips lingering there for a moment. It’s a silent plea, a way of conveying my love without the need for words. I want her to understand that my actions were born out of fear and a misguided attempt to protect her, not out of indifference or disregard.

Perfect timing to be hidden from public so we can enjoy each other in private. My kisses continue exploring your features. I gently travel around your amazing breasts, each kiss getting a little closer to your nipples. Maybe I am just teasing you, but the desire for my kisses seem to grow faster than the speed I am delivering them. Each one still gets closer to your nipples. Each of your breaths seems to travel from deeper within you.

I whispered, my voice filled with urgency. And then, without hesitation, I kissed her. It was a kiss devoid of restraint, I didn’t hold back as I’d done earlier. It was a kiss fueled by the intensity of my emotions, as if my very existence depended on it. In that moment, I kissed her with the same fervor I would have kissed the mysterious girl behind the mask, had I known her true identity. I kissed her to distract myself from the pain in my heart, for it was the only way I knew how to find solace.

Inside my mouth, he puts his tongue to work: licking, touching, and pleasing my spots that he knows too well to get me begging him for more. A smile of triumph is felt against the kiss from him. My moans travel into his mouth. The kiss escalates real quick, soon turning into a hot and heavy make out session. His passion suffuses my mouth. I shiver beneath him from his movements. I pull myself up, while our lips are still attached. He grabs my blanket and throws it over the couch. The kiss is heated more than ever. He cups my cheek, and his thumb strokes my skin.

Strong, earnest, almost out of breath, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce urgency. At first, just like what often happened, Isla struggled to keep up with her husband's way of kissing her. His passion was overwhelming, his intensity breathtaking. She felt herself getting lost in the moment, drowning in the sheer force of his desire. His kisses were a whirlwind, leaving her breathless and dizzy.

She could feel the heat radiating off him, the intensity of his gaze igniting a fire deep within her. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers with a softness that belied the storm raging within him. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened, his mouth claiming hers with a desperate hunger. Sasha’s arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer, her body arching against his as she lost herself in the feel of him, in the taste of his lips and the warmth of his touch.

He then leaned down and kissed me once again. I frequently find myself getting swept away in his smothering yet passionate displays of affection because his kisses taste so amazing and just so perfect for us. I pushed him back and tried to remove his shirt, which he willingly obliged, and I couldn't help but return the flirtatious gaze he sent me by running my eyes over his naked chest down to his abs. And the more I am aroused just by staring at this man in front of me, the more I feel that I am really doomed now.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

I raised my bust absorbed in passion as he kissed me deeper stronger and harder. "You are my breathe, like the flow of blood in my cells, Sweet Cakes. I can't live without you." He confesses and brings me on top of him. I kiss him like a butterfly attracted to honey and his hands reach my buttocks squeezing them. A soft moan escapes my throat by his stirring touch as he plants open mouthed kisses all over my face. Our breathes become heavy and pulsing absorbed in ardor.

Alpha Mars’ POV I hug my mate then taste her sweet lips with a soft sinful kiss. Every hurdle, every roadblock, are destroyed and our path to forever is completely clear. I purr into her mouth, “Now you come home with me, and I get to touch your body until the break of day. I am going to kiss every inch of you, maybe even taste that beautiful pussy of yours, but no sex til you are 100% healed.” Without anyone noticing, I pull the blanket over her breasts so no one can see my hand, then flick and play with her nipple with my fingers.