Novel & Cerita The French Kiss Book

She jumped when I began to enter my tongue and I laughed at her cute reaction. "When we kiss after the passionate kiss we start french kiss which is the tongue." She looks at me with raised eyebrows. "Just trust me and open your mouth." she took a second as she went back to kissing me. I gave her time when I went back in with my tongue. She opened her mouth and I entered her mouth.

He froze for a moment, then groaned, low and wrecked, kissing me back like he’d been craving it. Holy hell, this is really happening. His tongue curled around mine, hot and slick, tasting faintly of the mint gum he’d had earlier. I was dizzy. I had never done this before... never French kissed anyone, and the wet slide of it, the way he angled his head to deepen it, made my stomach twist. It was messy, overwhelming, perfect. Frank’s hands found my hips, guiding me as he sank to the floor without breaking the kiss. The carpet scratched against my knees as I followed, straddling his lap, my thighs framing him.

Like the previous times, he kissed her like a starved man. Like a man who had been denied his means of survival for so long. Like a beast in heat. Like she was the only thing and only one he had ever wanted in his entire life… And all the while his lips were engaging hers in a scorching french kiss, his erotic hands were kept busy as well, wandering all over the places they could reach in her body. Cupping her boobs, caressing her bare thighs, stroking her arms, pulling her hair down and running his fingers through it…

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She didn't want her mate to know about this, I mean she never kissed anyone but Noah pecked her on the lips when they were 8. "You said I'm your first kisser!" Blaze snarled. "You still are, I never had a fucking french kiss, Noah pecked me on the lips when we were 8." She argued. "That is a kiss, Mia, if someone lips touch other lips it is considered as a kiss, do I have to give you a fucking lesson about that?" He vociferated. "I'm not an idiot, I know exactly what is a kiss, I read every fucking single time on Wattpad who teach me how to do a French kiss." She yelled making everyone startled, it took a whole moment for her to realize the embarrassing situation that she put herself into.

she explained. Then she flipped few pages, searching for something with a serious expression on her face. “Oh! I got it! But… it's not good…” she looked at me, concerned. “What is not good?!” I shouted, shaking with impatience. “He was unconscious when your lips touched his, right?” “Yes.” “So… he couldn't kiss you back…” she continued. “Yes… I mean… it wasn't a kiss! But… yes,” I replied, agitated. “So… basically you have to find him, and make him kiss you… willingly, and you will have to do it before your 30th birthday,” she declared, closing the book.

The bookshop smelled like aged paper and quiet. Like someone had taken all the noise out of the world and stored it between these walls. Lena stood in the doorway with Dominic's hand on her back, and she couldn't move forward. A woman stood behind the counter, reading. She looked up when the bell chimed. Her eyes—dark brown, sharp, familiar in a way that made Lena's entire body go numb—met hers across the room. She knew. Without introductions. Without explanations. She knew.

Fuck any amount of money he has; this kiss is worth more than a million dollars. A sexual shiver runs down my spine as I allow myself to press harder against his warm and inviting body. My desires have now turned into reality as the lemon taste slides across my tongue creating a magical and very sensual moment. He gently slides his fingers into the band of my jeans, lightly sliding them against the lowest part of my back and the top part of my ass.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

Sasha August crushed my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, drinking from me as if he was dying of thirst. His fingers brushed up and down my back and I was in a beautiful place of passion, pretending that we were meant to be together. He was brutal in the kiss, our teeth gnashing together, tongues sliding back and forth. Powerful animalistic noises escaped, filling the space. This was pure and utter sin. I rocked my body as the French kiss continued, the friction driving him wild.