Novel & Cerita Tears Are Falling By Kiss

5 She couldn't hold the tears back anymore. She just let the flow with her friend watching and not being able to hold her and rub her back to comfort her. To Maya, that was just but a scratch just as he had promised on the note. This was the beginning of her end. The only question was, was she ready for her down fall?2 **********

The kiss felt so soft and featherlight, and it made my heart ache so much, it pulled out more tears from me. “Shh, don’t cry.” He whispered as he kissed away the newly formed tears with his hands caressing my face and so much softness overflowing from his eyes. I wanted to reassure him that these weren’t tears from what I had gone through today, but the solid lump which had grew in my throat moments ago, prevented those words from coming out.

Her body fit perfectly against mine, and as her face tilted up, I couldn’t resist leaning down. The kiss started soft, tender, the rain mingling with our breath, but quickly deepened. Her fingers tangled in my damp hair as she kissed me back with the same passion, matching my need to be as close to her as possible. When we pulled away, she rested her head against my chest, her arms loosely draped around my waist. Then I heard a quiet sniffle. Concerned, I tilted her chin up, only to find tears streaming down her cheeks. “Why are you crying, darling?” I asked, brushing away a stray tear with my thumb. “Did I step on your toes while we were dancing?”

And the kiss. God, the kiss. In the water, under the falls, with the world falling away. He kissed me like I was the only thing anchoring him to the earth. And I kissed him like I was finally breathing again. It was real. My feelings were real. But in just a snap— A voice. A kiss that wasn’t mine. A hand that wasn’t holding mine. It all vanished. Like it never happened. Like I never happened. ] Her tears blurred the ink. She closed the journal gently, like it was something sacred, and placed it on her nightstand.

I told him. He nodded and then bent down to brush his lips against mine. My heart began to beat faster from his kiss. I leaned into his kiss, allowing him to deepen it. I felt his soft tongue between my lips. Our tongues danced together in a beautiful rhythm. Everything we felt for one another was being poured into this kiss and I felt tears stinging the corner of my eyes.

Way too fucking long since the insides of my stomach swirled with warmth. I ran my hands over his firm chest and abs, letting him pull me closer as he deepened the kiss. For some reason, tears began to well up in my eyes, and I felt them falling down my cheeks. I let them fall, not pulling away from Maverick even after I started to taste them. And I knew he could taste them too. Maverick groaned softly, pulling away so he could trace his lips along my face, over my cheeks. He was kissing my tears. Tasting them with his tongue.

Tears mingled with the light dust on her cheeks to carve out miserable channels on her face, and her lips trembled as she fought to keep herself together. I raised one hand, thumb brushing the wet trails, slow and deliberate, my fingers lingering on her soft skin. Her eyes, deep brown and shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto mine, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just us. The council, the chamber, and the blood on my hands—it all faded. I leaned in, my mouth pressing against hers in a possessive and promising kiss, soft at first, then fierce, tasting the salt of her tears. The council's collective intake of breath was no more than a distant hum, irrelevance.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

My tears still falling as I devoured this kiss with everything I had in me, my hands ran up his chest, held into his shoulders before they tangled in his hair, feeling it, feeling him, for one last time. We both struggled to get closer, both scared to break this kiss because once we do, it'll be...it'll be the end. The end of something so big and so beautiful. But we had to. The hold of our lips broke, but our bodies didn't, not ready to let go yet. His hand still tangled in my hair, keeping me close, mine around his face, holding my whole world in the palm of my hands. We were both panting, I gasped for a breath because it was all way too much. I felt something wet against my hand and I let

His weight crushes the air from my lungs. "Feel me," he begs. Tears spill from his eyes, hot and wet, dripping onto my neck. "I need you to feel me." He kisses me. It isn't a kiss. It’s a collision of grief. His mouth is open, wet, tasting of bourbon and salt. He sobs against my lips, a guttural, heaving sound that vibrates through my skull. He tears at his clothes. He tears at mine. Buttons pop and scatter across the floor.