Novel & Cerita The Kiss Memoir

Their lips met in a tender kiss, and in that moment, everything else faded away. As they kissed, memories flooded Angela’s mind. She remembered their first kiss, the rush of emotions, the certainty that he was the one. Even now, years later, he still felt like home. She loved him deeply, and being in his arms reminded her of everything they’d once shared. Their hands wandered as the kiss deepened, each touch reigniting a passion that had been dormant for too long. When Fredrik pulled away to look at her, their breathing was heavy, their emotions raw and unspoken. Without a word, he took her hand and led her to her bedroom.

Slowly, she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. It's been seven good years since Melina had a kiss and she had already forgotten what it meant or felt like to be kissed. But this kiss felt familiar! A certain image pictured in her mind, a memory of a man kissing her almost the same way Dominic was now. Almost then, it felt as if a familiar sweet sensation rekindled and ran down her.

I said and turned to go to my room. Since the night that I gave her a kiss by her door, we have been having our meals together and when no one is looking I steal a few kisses from her. Oh so I thought until I saw Maria catch us one day. She has been over the moon but, the sweetest part is Mika sometimes pulls me back for a longer kiss. That girl has me feeling and doing some strange things I never saw or thought I would do.

CHAPTER EIGHT The initial shock of Maleficent’s lips claiming mine left me briefly paralyzed. At first, I was like… What the…? I’m being kissed. Then I was like… Holy wow, I’m being kissed well. After that, it was all just… Mmm. Nice.

He lurches forward, grabbing my face, drawing me in to kiss him again. He wastes no time being gentle and sweet, his passion for me evident in the way he kisses me as if the world will end if he doesn't. My back bumps against the edge of the dining room table, my hand reaching out to brace me up as the weight of Kastriv's strong body presses against me. Suddenly my hand slips on something, and I nearly fall back. Kastriv grabs me, stopping my fall, helping me straighten. I turn, looking at a bunch of letters Kastriv brought in earlier splay out. The one at the very bottom catches my eyes.

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

Ariadne woke up in her penthouse, haunted by memories of the night before—her first kiss with Maximilian. The man responsible still lay asleep on the sofa, his white shirt slightly rumpled. She hesitated, her hand nearly brushing his shoulder before retreating. Was this the beginning of her letting go of hatred? Could one kiss dismantle her resolve? Her thoughts spiraled as she glanced at Maximilian’s serene face, an unsettling mix of cold beauty and quiet vulnerability. She touched her lips, the sensation of his kiss still lingering, and quickly pulled herself together, retreating to leave the room.

Memo Leo kissed me passionately, as it always has. But now I really feel that every touch of his lips on me is anxious, as if it is really taking advantage of what it says closure between us. Occasionally it bites my lip until I can feel my own blood as it kisses me violently, but instead of stopping it just sucks the blood out of my lips and oppresses me again with a passionate kiss. Our lips parted only a few minutes later and we were almost out of breath. "Fvck! That was intense, Memo. I miss your red pouty lips." It commented and a kiss touched my forehead.

As the laughter fades, their curious eyes turn back to me, still gleaming with anticipation. “So, tell us everything,” Zalie prompts, leaning closer, her tone playful yet insistent. I recount the kiss, trying to explain the storm of emotions that came with it, the words tumbling out as I relive the memory. “Yes, I’ve kissed people before,” I admit, clutching a throw pillow to my chest. “Both on set as part of my acting career and… well, in my personal life. But this—this was different.” I trail off, my voice softening as the memory replays in my mind, vivid and electrifying. “With Kassian, it felt like… like—”