Novel & Cerita Spell Kisses

I could hear he gulp and it was making me want to laugh but holding her like this, and having her up close, I could observe her face more, he eyes, her nose and her lips. "Cally?" I asked. "Yes, sir? Can I kiss you?" I raised a sudden question making her eyes widen even more. "Wha..." Her words cut off because I already claimed her lips. The look on her face was priceless, she couldn't move and was startled. I smirked and continued kissing her, and I shut my eyes to feel the kiss even more. She wasn't moving, which was an advantage for me. But seconds later, she tried to push me but I hold her tighter and pressed her body to mine. I know I was being a jerk, it's not me, but I really wanted t

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It should,” she said. “Because now the story makes sense.” There again… “story”. I’m really starting to dislike that word. Like my life had somehow turned into something people could pick apart and explain like it belonged to them. I ended the call after a bit and lowered my phone slowly, then looked at Damon. “Well,” I said, “I guess this just got more complicated.” “If anything,” he said, “it got easier.” I frowned. “Easier?” “You have a reason now,” he replied. “People won’t question the kiss as much.”

Her eyes, dark and wide, searched mine, lips parted on a soft exhale that brushed my mouth. I started with another kiss. Not the frantic one from downstairs. This was slow and deliberate. My lips grazed hers once, twice, teasing, until she lifted her chin, chasing more. Only then did I give it to her—deep, languid, tongue sliding against hers in a rhythm that made her arch beneath me. She tasted like the diner’s spices and something sweeter, something that was only her.

Calanthe said, and she sealed her mouth over his. The kiss was not gentle. It was a collision of opposites, a battle for dominance. Her heat met his cool stillness, her silken persuasion against his granite will. His lips were firm, demanding, and she opened for him without hesitation, her tongue tangling with his in a wet, deep clash. He tasted of dark places and old magic, a flavor that was utterly intoxicating. She moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding from his neck to his shoulders, feeling the incredible, rigid strength of him.

023. Their lips collided in a passionate crash, sending shivers down her spine. Axel's kiss was intense, all-consuming, and utterly intoxicating. His tongue teased hers, igniting a fire that spread through her veins like wildfire. As he deepened the kiss, Amber's thoughts dissolved into chaos. Her heart pounded, her senses reeled, and her body melted into his. She was lost in the storm of sensations, unable to escape the torrent of desire he unleashed. Axel's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers intertwining with hers as he explored the depths of her mouth. The world around them dissolved, leaving only the thrum of their racing hearts and the sweet, sweet torture of their kiss.

Christian tipped her head back to allow his tongue to dominate the wild and punishing kiss. He swirled his tongue against hers, devouring every recess hungrily. It wasn’t just any passionate kiss. It was branding. He wanted to punish her for fighting him since the time they met. He wanted her to know who she belonged to.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

I ran my hands down his broad shoulders, squeezing his firm biceps. "Like what you see, Princess?" Aphelion asked, a cocky smirk on his face, "Just shut up and kiss me," I replied as I lifted my hands off his arms and wrapped them in his hair, pulling him down towards me. Aphelion was an expert kisser. The moment our lips touched, sparks ran down my entire body, causing me to let out a soft moan. Aphelion took that opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth. His kiss was passionate and feverish as he explored every part of my mouth. I felt his hands grip my hips, and he pulled me closer to him, his hard length pressing firmly against me, making my body crave him even more.