Novel & Cerita The French Kiss Book

CHAPTER 29: A Soft Kiss Francesca’s Pov I tried to feel hate. I tried to remember the initials on the file. I tried to remember my parents but it was hard when he was holding me. I felt small and safe in his arms. It was embarrassing how much I liked being close to him. It was a terrible feeling. “I am not yours to claim,” I whispered, trying to sound tough. He leaned his head down, his lips almost touching my ear. His breath was warm.

Then Aleksander stepped forward, hands in his designer coat, all cocky smiles. “No intro needed, I hope?” he said. “I read your file,” I said coolly. “Flirt. Mole. Viktor’s lapdog since the sandbox.” He laughed. “Guilty.” Then he gave me that look. The kind that said he could see through me. See what I was hiding. “You’re scarier in person,” he said. “I like it.” “I’m not here for you to like me.” Before he could reply, I felt Viktor behind me. Close. Too fucking close.

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She also gulped at the sight of his chiseled body which appeared like it was a work of art. He pulled her and had his first-ever kiss on her luscious lips. “Mhmm, Mhmm! He exclaimed as he kissed her “You’re so delicious…I love your lips... My goodness…mhmm” He dug further into her mouth and Alexandra too responded to his kiss and they started to explore each other’s tongue. It was a very passionate french kiss and it upped their sexual hormones. It was Alexandra’s first kiss too and both of them locked lips like experts. Kirklin started to grab her backside as he kissed her and he almost lost control of his emotions as the combination of kissing her and groping her sexy buttocks nearly made

Instead, his hand slid up from my back to cradle the side of my face, thumb brushing over my lower lip with deliberate slowness. The touch sent a fresh wave of shivers racing through me. His gaze dropped to my mouth, and I saw the exact moment his restraint snapped. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss that started soft—almost reverent—but turned molten in seconds. This time there was no hesitation, no tentative exploration. His mouth claimed mine with a slow, deliberate hunger that stole my breath. I parted my lips on a soft gasp, and he took the invitation instantly, his tongue sliding against mine in a deep, languid French kiss that made my toes curl.

The sound of my safety vanishing. "You're safe here," he whispered, his hand sliding from my throat to the back of my neck, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. "Safe to be as loud as you want." The defiance I’d felt on the balcony, the jealous rage that had fueled my choice of the mesh dress, suddenly melted into a raw, liquid heat. He didn't wait for a reply. He crushed his lips against mine in a kiss that tasted of possession and suppressed fury. It was a French kiss, deep and invasive, his tongue tangling with mine in a desperate rhythm. It wasn't gentle; it was a reclamation.

Book 2- Chapter 22 He closed the little space, capturing her plump lips into a French kiss. He kissed within his pure warmth, driven by passing and desire as he explored the beauty of her mouth. She opened up, giving consent to his lips, savoring his fresh minty taste. Intensity radiated between them, his palm resting over her cheek made it way over to her nape, wrapping a hold around it as he pulled her head closer and both of them off the stiff position.

The apex of my thighs hard against him is almost on fire and waves of desire pulse up to my stomach. He rubs against me also breathing heavily; his kiss moving to urgent. Upping the gear from erotic passion into searing lust. Our tongues caressing one another in an intense motion; he knows how to seduce my mouth in ways that has me gasping for more, the taste of him exquisite. It’s like we just know instinctively how to come together, how to kiss each other. A perfect fit. The first man I have ever wanted to ever do this to me, and he lets me lose myself in him. My first French kiss ever and it’s beyond heavenly. I moan out softly, lost in this. My hands in his hair and nails raking down the

I leaned down, my breasts brushing his shoulder as I whispered in his ear, “J’ai envie de toi. Je veux sentir ta grosse bite en moi.” His breath hitched. He turned his head, our faces inches apart. “You know what you’re doing.” “Yes,” I whispered. “And I think you want it too.” He stood up suddenly, towering over me. In one swift motion, he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the dining table, scattering the French textbooks. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry, demanding, years of restrained lust finally breaking free. I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his shirt as I pulled him closer. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me. His hands slid under my skirt, gripping my bare ass. T

, I said , just then cassie walked in " Hi boss ", she said seductively, I was turned on at the look of her half covered breast, she was about to sit down beside me when I pull her towards me and I sat on her laps, all the anger turned to lust, I kissed her neck and she moaned , I removed one of her breast out and starts to suck it like a baby as she moaned, her hand went under my thigh, I moaned escaped from my mouth . I was about to bring out my prick when there was a knock on the door, we both quickly adjusted ourselves as France walked in frowning , I point to a seat and he fall into the seat