Novel & Cerita Smother You With Kisses

Choking and coughing on smoke. "So what's your point?" I questioned, pouting, when she had stopped coughing. "Whenever you meet with him. Give him a hard brain freezing kiss on the mouth. I'm talking about French kiss, with your ample boobs pressed to his hard chest. Trust me it drives men crazy. Then you hook your arms tightly around his neck. Summon up the courage to look him in the eye, and tell him how you feel about him." "You sure that's gonna work?" I questioned, my heart swelling with hope.

Adrian whispered, his voice vibrating against her lips just a second before his mouth closed over hers. The kiss wasn't like the hurried, desperate embraces they had shared during the dark days of the Sterling threat. This kiss was deep, slow, and saturated with a profound, mutual victory. Adrian’s lips were firm, commanding yet unbelievably tender as he tasted her, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she opened for him with a soft moan. He drank her in, his hands moving up to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away the residual tension from her jawline.

His breath mingles with mine, warm and intoxicating, and then our lips meet—a tentative brush that ignites an inferno. The kiss is soft at first, a hesitant exploration that quickly deepens into something fervent and demanding. His mouth moves against mine with a hunger that sends waves of desire coursing through my body. I respond instinctively, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as I surrender to the heat that envelops us.

she moaned as his mouth reached her chest. The sensation of his warm lips against her skin sent waves of pleasure cascading through her, and he lingered there, kissing her passionately as if it were their first time together. Each kiss was tender yet fervent, awakening a deep desire that had been waiting to ignite. Aria’s heart raced as she lost herself in the moment, feeling cherished and desired in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

He joked and smiled. Slyvester smashed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately, taking her breath away.

be placed a long but breathtaking kiss that took Somira to a cloud nine of great ecstasy. Overwhelmed with an undying love, Lawrence carried her and sat her on his table, with his lips on hers, he kissed her more aggressively but endowed in nothing but affection. Gently, he let go of her lips and went down to her neck, his arousing kisses planted on her skin. Somira let out a soft moan of pleasure, she can't hold this all in anymore, she needs Him right now and she won't deny her body of the sweet loving it deserves.

“I want more of you. Everything.” Her moan is shy of a gasp, fast and forceful, as she watches me kiss her hand. A kiss for each knuckle, I trail my way up past her wrist, and soon, I’m at her neck, kissing desperately, trying to mark every bit of her with my claim.

I feel him shiver and growl a little as my hands drop back down. His breath comes out sharp. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you? Your words, laughter, smile, your cheerfulness, you.” “You can just kiss me, you know. I won’t get mad.” “Oh, I’ll kiss you, but more than that I want to hold you and touch you, caress you, kiss every inch of you, taste and suck into your skin, I want to make love to you, and I want to claim you completely.”

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

He was well aware that his mate had a reputation for being cold and merciless. Their lips met in a gentle caress, but soon the kiss deepened, igniting a hunger between them. Their mouths moved in a dance of passion, each seeking to claim the other's essence. The intensity of their embrace was evident, as if they were trying to consume each other with the power of their kiss.