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“A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “That’s twisted.” “Maybe,” he said smoothly. “But every night, when your lips touch mine, I know what you’re hiding—fear, anger, curiosity. One day…” He let the pause drag, savoring it. “…desire.” Heat shot through her, unwanted and infuriating. She stabbed her fork into the lamb too hard, nearly splitting the porcelain beneath it. “You’re delusional.” He leaned closer, invading her space, his cologne wrapping around her like smoke. “No. I’m patient.”

he said, his hand lightly resting on her chest above her heart. Her breath caught at the touch. "You make everything sound so simple," she said, her voice hardly rising above a whisper. "It isn’t easy," he confessed, his gaze probing hers. “However, that doesn’t imply it can’t be done.” Before she had a chance to reply, he moved closer, his lips gently touching hers. The kiss started gentle and uncertain, but as she leaned toward him, it intensified, evolving into a slow and passionate romantic scene that left her gasping.

I gripped the side of her face before leaning closer and colliding my lips with hers. The sweet taste of her lips made me slip my tongue hungrily into her mouth. She held me tightly, moaning softly against my lips as she kissed me back. My hands trailed down her waist until they landed on her ass. I gave it a firm squeeze, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. I slowly lifted the long gown she was wearing, my fingers grazing her soft skin until I reached her bare thigh. I gave it a gentle squeeze before sliding my hand higher, gripping her ass firmly.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

Every touch, every breath shared, spoke volumes about the depth of their connection. The weight of the world lifted off Ameera's shoulders as she surrendered herself to the overwhelming passion that engulfed her. The kiss was both a symbol of their love and a defiance against the darkness that had haunted their lives. Kabir gently again came closer to her, He took his hands gently on both her balls and both of them got ready to drown in the kiss again but before their lips could meet, Kabir snapped out of his reverie, realizing that the passionate moment was merely a hallucination—a product of his own longing and desire. A sense of disappointment washed over him as he came face to face with

"What do you mean you're clueless? Just let me know, what's going on between us. I posed the query once more. How can I be falling for such a man, a man I know nothing about, makes me wonder if I'm going insane. I'll explain, he said. My back ended up on the grass as a result of him moving his upper body forward. He planted a kiss on my forehead before slowly lowering his head and moving down to kiss my lips. He then climbed onto my neck and gave me a gazillion kisses, which drove me insane. I did not worry that he was a criminal at this precise moment; all I wanted was for him to possess my body.

["Sandali lang Ate i kikiss kita." Nangunot ang noo ko pero nangiti na lang ng marinig na ang mga tunog ng halik niya. "Seb seb talaga." ["Tatlong kiss yun Ate, mamaya naman yung iba."] Humagikhik siya. Matapos akong maki pag usap sa kanila ay sakto namang lumabas na si Abbi na nakasuot ng puting puting uniform. "Bagay sa'yo," Nakangiti kong papuri.

he confessed, a hint of vulnerability shining through his confident demeanor. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was momentarily taken aback, but the intensity of the moment swept me away. I responded to his embrace, reciprocating the desire that had been brewing within me for far too long. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was a kiss unlike any other—a culmination of longing, yearning, and unspoken desires.

The kiss in the car, a fleeting moment of intimacy executed with the precision of a professional closing a deal, echoed the fundamental, dizzying truth of our relationship: Sebastian didn't do anything without intention. The kiss was a calculated move, staking a claim, and the dinner was merely an extension of that claim, presenting his "asset" to the world.