Novel & Cerita Stolen Kiss

he says. And then he kisses me. I groan against his mouth as his fingers migrate down my thigh, stroking me through my pants. I’m powerless to stop this. Damn you, Ethan! I think. Our kisses are feverish and urgent. Each taste is a heady mixture of want and need, driving us both into a frenzied state. His teeth nick my lip, and I snarl, my claws coming out and tearing the shirt from his back.

“I want it, I crave for it, Stefano.” Sweet. Beguiling. Mine I did what both of us have been craving for in a while A stolen kiss. One that was already due. The kiss, wasn't slow at all. It was intense and passionate. I didn't have to ask or persuade, she opened up for me, our tongues intertwining shamelessly. I moaned as she brushed her tongue over my hard palate. I felt a drop of juice drop into my brief.

I froze near the elevator when a familiar voice called my name. “Mrs. Robinson?” Sebastian Cross. His brow was furrowed, briefcase in hand. “Are you okay?” I swiveled toward him, suddenly unsteady, words spilling before I could contain them. “He touched me,” I blurted, my voice tight and raw. “Inappropriately. The director. He-he touched my arm, lingered,” My chest rose and fell sharply, sweat beading at my forehead. Sebastian’s expression hardened instantly. Rage, controlled but unmistakable, flared behind his calm demeanor.

She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave. The photo had been taken three months earlier. Vivian's face went white. The comments rolled too fast to read. [Confirmed. Miller's daughter pretended to be Grace Walker?] [She stole a woman's name, scholarship, and life story, then lived off it for fifty years?] [The real Grace was trapped in that town while Vivian became an artist and philanthropist. I'm sick.] [Three generations stealing: identity, proposals, opportunities.] Henry was sweating harder. The collar of his perfect suit had darkened. He had nothing left to say.

His forehead dropped against mine, his eyes still closed, jaw tight like he was controlling himself to do something more dangerous. I stared at him.Chest rising and falling. I’m sure my lips are slightly swollen. His own hooded eyes were staring at me. "That," he said, voice lower and controlled than usual, "was the real steal.” I wanted to say something better, which could let me out of this embarrassing moment. Instead I whispered, "You stole again, hence proved, you are a kiss stealer ." He didn't say anything, only staring at me. His thumb gently traced my swollen lower lip, eyes following again like he wanted another kiss. Shit, I pulled back fully. If that happened again, this time I c

POV: Lena Moretti We hadn't talked about the kiss. Three days and not a single word about it. We worked. We ate. We occupied the same spaces inside The Obsidian and moved around each other with the careful precision of two people who knew exactly where the boundary was because they'd already crossed it once and barely survived. He didn't touch me. I didn't bring it up. We were professionals. We were adults. We were absolutely, completely lying to ourselves.

“You’re lying! You wouldn’t! You couldn’t let another one mark you!” He stumbled back toward a waiting carriage, wrenching open a trunk. He pulled out a massive bouquet of crimson roses, their scent cloying and heavy in the air. “Look! Your favorite! Remember how you always loved—” A black boot shot out, kicking the bouquet from his hands. The roses scattered across the dark gravel like drops of blood. Kaelan stood beside me, having moved with that preternatural silence he possessed. His expression was not angry. It was utterly, terrifyingly bored.

I swallowed to calm myself and stay focused and said, “The guy who did this. Ah!” He was licking and sucking the curve between my neck and my shoulder when he heard me and lifted his face to look me in the eye. “Who is it?” My fingers played with the ends of his hair around his nape. “What’ll happen after I say it?” I asked breathlessly. His eyes searched my face, and then he whispered, “I’ll kick that son of a bitch’s ass.” I broke into a smile and captured his lips for another long, wet kiss. Then I broke apart and whispered, trying hard to ignore his hand that was under my skirt, sliding up and down the side of my left thigh, “I want Jewel out.”

Chapter 1 Their kiss lingered, stretching out in time. Jacob's kisses were forceful, matching Stefani's intensity. He pressed her against the table, sweeping away the papers and delving his hands beneath her dress. Stefani blushed, feeling a mix of excitement and self-consciousness. She didn't protest, instead wrapping her arms around his neck. This was the longest kiss she had ever experienced, venturing beyond the realm of simple French or peck kisses.

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.