Novel & Cerita Spell Kisses

She sent a silent thank you to penny for dressing her in skirt instead of jeans otherwise, there would have been a very noticeable wet patch in between her legs. Bellamy broke the kiss with a gasp, he kept his body close to Thea’s to hide his very obvious erection. “Shit, Thea, babe, what are you doing to me?” He shook his head Thea giggled at him, “Hey, you kissed me!” His chest vibrated against Thea as he laughed. “I was putting a barrier spell around you, you were the one that made it all sexy!”

Everything else faded, her beautiful eyes sparkled, her skin was dusted with a pale pink flush and she bit her bottom lip, ‘I, I’ Caspian watched her tremble and try to fight what was happening keeping the smile off his face he saw her clench her fists and bite her lip harder he reached out a stroked a finger down her cheek. The instant he touched her Tiana felt the heat in her body combust and she leaped forward pinning him back against the seat her lips crashing against his. Caspian caught her pulling her against his body and kissing her back delightedly. Crazed as she was Tiana fought the fire in her body and pushed away from him her eyes dark and stormy, panting she gasped, ‘What is this

Damon didn’t sleep. Again. The sheets still smelled like her. Or maybe it was a memory. Either way, it strangled him. That kiss… It was nothing like before. It wasn’t love. It was punishment. And God help him—he wanted more of it. His lips still burned with the weight of her mouth. Her breath. Her words. “This kiss isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.” He replayed it a thousand times. And every time it ended the same — with her pulling away. And him… standing in the middle of everything he broke.

Then, before she could move, Kenny leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It happened so fast. Her eyes opened wide in shock. For a second, she couldn’t move. The kiss was soft, warm, and full of something she couldn’t explain. But the moment her mind caught up with her body, she pushed him away quickly. Her hand flew to the door handle, and this time she opened it fast, got out, and walked quickly into the hotel without saying a word or even looking back. Her heart was pounding hard, and her lips were tingling from the kiss. She just wanted to get away before her feelings could betray her.

And then, finally, he closed the distance. His lips brushed mine once — a whisper of contact — before pressing in, slow and deliberate. The kiss was deep from the start, but not greedy; it was calculated, coaxing, like he wanted to draw every ounce of resistance out of me and replace it with him. His mouth moved against mine in a rhythm that was maddeningly slow, making every second stretch until it was almost too much to bear. I could taste the faint bite of whiskey on his breath, mingling with something darker — the taste of him.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

The room seemed to pulse with the weight of unspoken words as Felix gently pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist. Their lips met in a bittersweet collision, a tender farewell that conveyed the depth of their connection. The kiss was a paradox, both passionate and sorrowful, a lingering taste of what could have been. Felix's lips moved against hers with a kind of urgency, as if he was trying to etch this moment into his memory.

She smiles before she kisses me. XXX

The kiss. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was fire and water and something dangerous and intoxicating all at once. Her lips pressed against mine, soft but demanding, tentative but teasing. Her hands on my chest, fingers pressing into muscle and bone in a way that made me forget every rule I’ve ever lived by. I remember the taste of her—sweet, faintly spicy, completely hers. The heat that rolled through me, sharp and molten, making my wolf howl inside, trying to mark, trying to claim.

she whispered to him, suppressing the moan that tried to escape from her lips. In a nanosecond, Francis carried her with his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, finally claiming her lips. He moaned from the kiss, as he felt so hot from it. Everytime he kissed her, it was as if fire and ice met and both succumbed to the pressure, becoming one. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, tasting her as both tongues fought for dominance. It felt as if it was the first time kissing her and it seems she had gotten better than before.