Novel & Cerita The French Kiss Book

Our lips met in a deep, hungry French kiss, desperate and intense. Her hands guided mine to her full breasts, coaxing me to squeeze their soft, voluptuous curves. There was no denying her allure; as desire surged through me, sharp and overwhelming after so long without intimacy. In my mind it was Elyssa I was kissing this hot and passionate, not anyone else.

He claimed her hot inviting lips with an intensity that shattered every wall she had built. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a declaration of war. It tasted forbidden… yet so good at the same time Katerina’s hands, which should have pushed him away, tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, surrendering to the craving she had denied herself from They had both wanted this proximity for a very long time as they kissed hungerily without any care in the world. The kiss got sloppy and intoxicating following a perfect rhythmic French kiss. Xavier's full lips were as soft as anything she had ever imagined.

Jefferson replied. "Do you know what a french kiss is?" DeLorna asked. "French kiss?" Jefferson frowned. DeLorna sighed in dismay. Her mate didn't know anything about it. Though she too had never kissed anyone except for the one she had with him when he was about to mark her. But at least she had watched a lot of movies in which she had seen them kissing and had wished to share one with the man she would love. But here he knew nothing about it. "I mean the kind of kiss where you put your mouth in each other's mouth and suck each other's lips and tongue," DeLorna explained, her face turning red in embarrassment as she was explaining.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

(Sena POV) The earbuds fell out of my ears as a result of what Sean did. I couldn't hear the music anymore, only our deep kiss as I surrendered to him. Only when I couldn't breathe anymore did he let go of my lips. "That should be the real kiss, my dear." It's a French Kiss, which I learned from him. He kissed me several times today. He is, however, a good kisser. Ahem. "You kissed me so many times today that I couldn't count them on my fingers."

Come to think of it, he did seem to like French kissing—every time, he wouldn’t stop until she was gasping for breath… Just then, his gaze fell on her lips too. Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her. Seraphina’s eyes flew wide open. That French kiss she had just imagined—he actually acted on it right away… She didn’t dare resist too obviously, nor did she dare respond too eagerly, afraid the sounds from their kiss might be heard by the others. But he kissed her deeply, and with Seraphina already tense, her heart thumped wildly in her chest. He kept kissing… and kissing… until she felt dizzy and flushed all over.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.