Novel & Cerita Tears Are Falling By Kiss

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.

I could never get enough. Khalid lifted me from the floor and carried me toward the bed, his mouth still in a feverish symphony with mine. I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I kissed him deeper, shivering in the heavenly warmth he gave. As he dropped me onto the bed, he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. The teardrop was still there. He cleaned it off with his finger, our eyes locked.

"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.

He kisses me. It’s not a question. It’s a reclaiming. His mouth crashes into mine, desperate and angry. He makes sure his tongue is shoved deep into my mouth, a conquering invasion. I taste the bitter tobacco, the smoky burn of the whiskey he didn’t drink, and underneath it, the faint, familiar coolness of mint. I don’t fight it. A broken sound tears from my throat, and I kiss him back just as fiercely, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. We’re both crying. I can feel the wet heat of his tears mixing with mine on our cheeks, taste the salt on his lips. The box falls from my hands, hitting the floor with a dull thud, forgotten.

A strand of damp hair had fallen across her cheek. Every other time we'd gotten close, her body had gone rigid. She'd pulled away with tears in her eyes. She'd told me her head filled with things she didn't understand. This time, she was still here. Still looking at me like she wanted more. "You're sure?" I asked. "I'm sure." She pulled me back down. This kiss was slower than the first. My hand slid up her back and found the bare skin under the hem of her top. She shivered against my palm. Her mouth opened for me and I tasted her the way I'd been holding myself back from tasting her for weeks.