Spanish For Kiss Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

meaning 'My Treasure' in Spanish. "What do you want?" Samira finally asked, turning to look at him, they were so close that their lips were almost touching. One of his hands was on her waist and the other one was cupping one of her beasts. "Why do you keep running away from me Mi Tesoro? Now that I have you here with me again, I won't let go of you forever." He kissed her passionately.

“My head’s a mess. You can’t be my boss and my woman at the same time. Though you’d still be the boss when you’re my woman but that’s different.” His words made me giggle. I felt his thumb gently touching my lips. “Entre tu sonrisa y tus labios me pierdo; no sé cuál deseo más, si mirarte… o besarte.” (Between your smile and your lips I lose myself; I don’t know which I desire more; to look at you… or to kiss you.) The first Spanish he’d ever whispered to me and enough to take me over the Moon. I answered with action, rose on tiptoes and pressed my lips to his as the answer; to deny all the misunderstandings this time.

But honestly, I really want to kiss her. "I asked what it is that you want to tell me. But yeah, it could also be that… if that's what you heard." She replied and licked her lips, making me panic but mixed with excitement. "Yeah! Well... I… uh, mmm, yeah, I do want to tell you something… in Spanish, as well as kiss you." I boldly said, and she grinned. "Seguir. ¿Qué es?" She told me to go on, and I really am going to be myself right now. I'm going to say it before I'm too late.

He caught me staring at the growing bulge in his pants. "You're such a fucking tease, mujer!" He whispered huskily in my ear, letting his lips graze me sensually. I instantly felt a tingle in my clitoris. "Te voy a comer como croissants." He whispered again, trailing his tongue down a sensitive area on my neck. I only knew a little bit of Spanish but I could tell he was saying something about eating me up like a croissant. That made me tremble with so much need. What the fuck was he doing to me?

Her grip on his arms tightened and when he started caressing her back, millions of electrifying volts were sent to her every limb. "Hunter—" He shut her up again by locking their lips. His tongue was teasing her lower lip, biting and sucking it making her moan. He took it as an advantage to delved his tongue inside her mouth and played with hers. She can feel him squeezing her waist down to her butt cheeks "Qué te pasa, pequeño diablillo? Me hiciste sentir cosas que no quería sentir en primer lugar..." he mumbled between their kiss and sucked her lower lip. She closed her eyes tightly. Damn, he's so hot speaking Spanish! "Qué sentimiento?"

He didn't need further encouragement; he gently cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss began tenderly, a soft meeting of lips, exploring and testing boundaries. But as the seconds ticked by, the intensity grew. The initial gentleness gave way to a fervent hunger. Hazel responded eagerly, matching Francisco's passion, their lips and tongues intertwining in a dance of desire.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

“She flitted behind me and licked my ear. I felt her cold breath against my skin and it gave me the shivers. Then I sensed her withdraw again. She was moving as swiftly as a Stork or a blue Slayer skating on ice. “She laughed. A tinkly, calculated laugh. Like silver bells or glasses clinking. “‘I can hear and see you just fine,’ she said. “‘Oh all right then… in that case…’ I felt something else off in that room but I couldn’t put my finger on it. All my self-presevation instincts had gone haywire. She had that effect on me. “‘Well?’ “‘The thing is, what I’ve been meaning to tell you… is…’ “‘Yes?’ “‘S-suki desu. Tsukiatte kudasai,’ I finally said.” The words translated to “I really like you.

Kiara let go of his lips in a hurry then stepped back . " Little wild cat , do you think you have a child in front of you ? " said Eskylrious . " Huh ? " said Kiara confused cause she was still embarrassed . " I asked you for a passionate kiss , not a simple peek . " said Esklrious . " I....I......I fulfilled my promise . Now , let go of me . " said Kiara pushing him away . " You wish ! " said Eskylrious and pulled her towards him then opened her mouth then kissed her in a french style .

She says. I raise an eyebrow “What! Why are you suddenly speaking Spanish?” I chuckle. “Umm… I love learning new things” Lena says as she raises an eyebrow. “Gosh… it’s kind of hot, come here” I say, I pull Lena’s neck and pointed it to my face then I kiss her.