Novel & Cerita The Kiss The Cure

I tell him taking the amulet and he tied it around my neck. Artair almost smiled. “You like me too much to let me die, don’t you?” He teased and Kissed me on the forehead. A bit longer than normal. Like it was a goodbye. I didn’t my self dwell on that thought. Belladonna began to growl low again. My cheeks burned even through the fear. “Shut up.”

The livestream blew up instantly, with comments flooding in. "Is he really divorcing his pregnant wife? What kind of man does that?" "Not only is he doing nothing to save the victim, he's stopping others from helping too!" Viewers quickly uncovered my identity as a senior physician at Rosenhill Hospital who was up for a promotion. "This guy is getting promoted? Are the hospital administrators blind?" "Exactly! The one who deserves promotion is the female doctor!"

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

Damon didn’t sleep. Again. The sheets still smelled like her. Or maybe it was a memory. Either way, it strangled him. That kiss… It was nothing like before. It wasn’t love. It was punishment. And God help him—he wanted more of it. His lips still burned with the weight of her mouth. Her breath. Her words. “This kiss isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.” He replayed it a thousand times. And every time it ended the same — with her pulling away. And him… standing in the middle of everything he broke.

He catches me just in time, our faces are only a few centimeters apart. My hand lands on his erection, accidentally of course. I press his member firmly. "But ma'am," I kiss him passionately, closing off his protests at the same time. Just as he's about to realize it, his penis is no longer in his pants, and his eyes widen in surprise. I hand him condoms. "Try with these, maybe it will work." "I can't do that." I kiss him again and get off the examination table to take him into my mouth. "Haaaaa"

I tried to spit it out, but he held his hand firmly over my mouth. "Swallow it." I had no choice but to obey. As the liquid entered my system, the Silverthorn Toxin was temporarily suppressed, and the pain eased slightly. Perhaps because of our mate bond, the tension in Fenris's face relaxed as well. "Alpha!" A frantic knock came from the door. "Enter," Fenris said, releasing me and smoothing his cuffs. His Beta, Marcus, burst in, his face alight with excitement. "Good news!" Marcus's voice trembled. "Alpha! Vanessa… she's pregnant!"

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

Curtis didn’t immediately process my words. When he did, his eyes blazed into mine. “Are you sure?” I nodded. He cupped my face, his eyes filled with desire. He lowered his lips to mine in a kiss, only to break it a few moments later. “This is irreversible, you know.” “Oh my God, just shut up and kiss me already.” He laughed. “Okay.”

God, why does he have to be such a good kisser? ​Due to the lack of oxygen, I was forced to pull away, but Draven didn’t stop there. Instead, he started leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my soft spot before moving up and kissing the corner of my lips, then back to my neck again, making my whole body quiver in pleasure. I gasped when he squeezed my thighs and tugged on the skin of my neck, causing me to moan again. No, this was getting too intense and I have to control myself...but I can’t, and I don’t want to.

I said. Isa scoffed at me. "Then you should ask Rogie why he kissed you in that day." My brow knotted and before I could ask Isa again, I saw Rogie entering the classroom like a model. His hair danced through the cool breeze as he stalked his way towards his chair, lips crooked into a thin smile, hands inside his pockets, and wearing his uniform with a reddish stain. My lips parted when I noticed the strong smell of ketchup around the air.