Novel & Cerita The Kiss Of Deception Book

The trust I saw there made my chest ache with emotion – she was putting herself completely in my hands, trusting me with something precious and irreplaceable. With Deborah's beautiful blue eyes staring up at me, I moved my lips slowly towards hers and captured her lips with mine. The first contact was electric, sending shockwaves through my entire body. Her lips were impossibly soft, warmer than I'd imagined, and they tasted like strawberries and something sweeter, something that was purely her. The rose lipstick was smooth against my mouth, and I could feel her breath mixing with mine as the kiss deepened.

" The end of DECEPTION... Find out what happens next in ENTRAPMENT

Something shifted in my chest. And I took control of the kiss. Not Isa's version of it — not the careful, calculated thing she'd been managing. I took it completely, my hand moving to the back of her neck, pulling her in, and she gasped against my mouth and I felt her smile into it because she thought she knew what this was. She didn't know what this was. The image behind my eyes didn't leave. It sharpened. Dark hair. A bitten lip. Eyes forward, face composed, body betraying every single thing she was trying to hide.

Then turned the page. Katherine’s Manuscript — Chapter 9 I have started lying. Not big lies. Not obvious ones. Small things. The kind that slip easily into conversation. The kind no one questions. Damien hasn’t noticed. Or maybe he has. He notices everything. That thought lingers longer than it should. Hailey “…great,” I whispered. Because that was exactly where this was going. Not dramatic. Not explosive. Just… small shifts. The kind you don’t catch until you’re already deep in them.

The third person in their story was entirely locked outside the perimeter, leaving behind only the hot, desperate friction of a husband and wife reclaiming their intimacy over the debris of a lifetime of deception. Michael’s mouth found hers in the dark. The kiss wasn't gentle; it was raw, unscripted, and filled with a fierce, possessive hunger that broke through all their behavioral baseline constraints. He tasted like copper and heat, his large hands sliding beneath her charcoal sweater, his palms rough against the bare, sensitive skin of her spine.

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.

But I know that its real age is older than it looks. "Excuse me, but do you know where the dear king is?" I asked him and he suddenly raised an eyebrow at me. I almost slapped myself. I was being rude. I don't know her then I just suddenly asked her where is the king. "Sorry. I'm one of the delegates to build the Colosseum and Greenhouse." He looked at me from head to toe. This shows the disgust that is almost slapping my face. But I just ignore that because I have more important problems than thinking about his act. But that means I will ignore everything he does.

I start to roll even more on him and the tightness in my waist increases, I turn my face, having even a little bit of lucidity, to see who is making me shiver so much and the next thing I know, the hot mouth of a stranger is glued to mine. The man's warm and soft lips take me in a hot and depraved kiss, waves of pleasure invade my body along with his saucy tongue in my mouth. I close my eyes and surrender myself completely to this kiss. Now that's a kiss, I feel myself burning inside. I entwine my hands around the stranger's neck and in response he squeezes my waist even tighter. Suddenly there is no one else there, the music in my mind becomes slower, but the kiss becomes more and more vora