Romans & histoires The Kiss Of Deception Book

The kiss was supposed to be fake. But it wasn’t. She felt it. In her magic. In her wolf. It had surged forward in the moment, stretching against her skin, trying to claw its way out and toward him. A full shift hovered dangerously close, barely leashed. She hated how much she liked the way his hands felt on her waist. Hated that she still wanted more. The envoy finally turned away, satisfied for now. But Lyra couldn’t stop shaking. “You didn’t have to kiss me like that,” she snapped once they were alone in the corridor.

As quickly as his lips touched hers, Karis drew back. "Why are you crying?" His voice sounded rough. " Why are you kissing me like you want to punish me?" Her's was a mere whisper. She dropped her head, hiding her gaze and a shame she didn't know wasn't her's. This is a sizzling forbidden romance. If you would like to read, please add this book to your library, and please like the book to show support to the author. If you like happily ever afters in a romance between a rich playboy, and a poor innocent girl, as they go against all odds to prove their love for each other, then this book is for you

he murmured throatily, as he grabbed her slender waist, slowly lowered his head and captured her lips with his. ********** "This feels like what Rose and Alex would do behind my boss' back," Katherine felt a shiver down her spine as she looked up from the book she was reading, slamming her hand against her lips. She swallowed hard, scanning the room in apprehension and sighed in relief when she saw that it was still just her in the room. "So, this book is basically about a woman cheating on her husband with his employee?" she thought out loud, dropping the book where she had seen it, as she decided not to read further.

It was contaminated, a mark of betrayal carved into my memory; it wasn't tender. He brought his lips close to my face, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that felt suffocating. His hands cupped my cheeks delicately, as if the gesture could convey affection, and then he pressed a kiss onto my forehead. To him, it might have been tender, an act of care but to me, it felt sinister, a kiss laced with malice, as if his lips carried venom that seeped into my skin, leaving me paralyzed with revulsion.

No, devoured her. This wasn’t a chaste kiss, or a gentle, sweet locking of lips. This was possession, fire, and passion. The kind of kiss she read about in a few of the Johannesce books she talked about. The hand on her cheek moved toward the back of her head, holding her in place as he took her lips. She placed her hands on his waist, not sure what to do with them, feeling a little out of place and not completely herself. Then as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing across her mouth, she gasped.

He placed soft kisses at the corners of my lips and held my face in his warm hands as his fingers tangled in the hair above my ears, tugging my ponytail and messing with my hair. His brown eyes filled my vision, hard and intense, a direct contradiction to his hot, sensual mouth. The tip of his tongue touched the seam of my lips, and my breath caught in my throat. I could feel a jolt clear in the soles of my feet, a warm tingling that curled my toes and settled in the pit of my stomach. The kiss was tender, almost sweet, and I fought to keep my eyes open and pressed my lips tight. I fought to remind myself that the lips brushing mine, as if he were my lover, belonged to an egomaniac asshole w

And when finally she did, she would never forgive him for deceiving her. Willing to convince herself that Royalty was a man who had deceived her, Cinderella yanked his collars closer, and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was soft, and gentle. No pace even in the slightest. Cinderella tightened her grip on his shirt collar, pulling him closer like a thief. Flapping her legs around his masculine waist, Cinderella did nothing on his lips. She laid just flatly like a bag of cement, indirectly asking to be kissed in return.

(MY MAD HATTER) “NOW, now, now. Shall we?” Still stun in place as her tears continue to fall within the corners of her drawn horrified face from the deal and the same tone of the devil’s kiss. She crawls on four as she pulls the book close to her and watches as the image of the holder is drawn in completion, but with the howling tone that he wasn’t him as everyone thought that he is. “Do you want to take that deal with me?”

Who would have thought that beneath that innocent, beautiful face lay a cunning, deceitful woman? When the ceremony ended and the priest told me to kiss my bride, my eyes slowly scanned her face, and I couldn’t help gazing at her red, luscious lips. As I crossed the small space between us, I found it hard to accept that her lips were as sweet and soft as I’d imagined them to be. The way her eyes widened in surprise when I kissed her told me she was good at pretending to be an inexperienced kisser. I felt the urge to lengthen and deepen the kiss but when I felt her respond, moaning softly, I realized I had to stop my delusions. I shouldn’t be feeling this way toward this bitch. She may look i

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.