Novel & Cerita The Kiss The Cure

Kehlani I melted into the kiss, my fingers curled into his shirt deepening the kiss. Softer and gentle. At this point, we're totally forgetting about our deal. Two serious kiss and we'll start doing it continuously. Our relationship would be ruined. I pulled back slightly with an uneven breath. “What are we doing?” I whispered. He didn't say anything but kissed me back, sucking on my bottom lips. “Trev…” I say between kisses and his eyes searched mine for an answer that didn't exist.

Worship disguised as possession. When he finally kissed her, it wasn’t tender. It was desperate. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting of rain and grief. Kimberly’s hands found his hair, tugging, grounding herself in the heat of him. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, their breaths tangled and uneven, as though the air itself had turned to fire. Kovoc’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their hearts or the things they’d buried.

"Kiss me, please." They give sly smiles. “Damon, our kitten wants a kiss. '' Says in a very sexy tone. I sigh for it. “Let's show him a triple kiss, brother. What do you think? Triple, what is it? “I agree, brother. "What's a triple kiss?" '' I ask really without understanding. The two looked at each other and got better on the couch. “We'll show you. Lucifer gets up and stands in front of me, he kneels in front of me.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

“Sorry, babe. Had to wrestle some immortal bullshit first. Took longer than I planned.” I pulled back just enough to look at him. His face was pale and dark circles shadowed his eyes but that cocky grin was there. The one that made my knees weak. “You need a proper bath.” “Says the girl with wild tangled hair.” He brushed a thumb under my eye and wiped away a tear. “Still gorgeous though.” I swatted his hand and tried to glare but my smile betrayed me. “You gonna kiss me or what?” I leaned in and kissed him slowly and deeply. My tears mixed with the kiss but I didn’t care. He was here. The curse was gone. I felt it in the way our touch sparked nothing but heat and love. No decay. No pain.

Meanwhile, I glanced around blankly, looking dazed and grief-stricken. She pointed to the long row of medicine bottles on top of the dresser. "Whose medication is this?" "The ones on the left are mine. The ones on the right belong to my husband." She leaned in to take a closer look. "Carbamazepine… Do you have bipolar disorder?" "Something like that," I replied weakly. "How long has it been?" "Three years. My mother-in-law's sister is a doctor. Every two or three months, my husband would take me to see her. The medical records are in the drawer below."

Party A must comply wherever Party B asks for the third kiss. Consequence if the condition above is not met: If party A fails to give Party B three kisses each day punishment will be given and Party A must comply. Punishment if Condition # 1 is failed to do: Party B can initiate the kiss and is allowed to request what kind of kiss or where Party A should kiss Party B. Party A must comply with Party B's wants in this punishment. But if Party B will ask for another kiss as a punishment instead of taking full control of how the kiss will happen, Party A has the right to initiate the kiss.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

“You know we leave in less than two hours.” “Too long. Can’t wait.” She cocked her head at him. “No?” “Hell, no.” “So, maybe you need a small kiss? Just to tide you over ’til we get home?” Without another word, Curtis grabbed her roughly, hauled her to him. Totally uncaring that they were in the middle of a busy bar and surrounded by questionable types, he planted his one hand on her generous hip, curled the other in her hair, and he kissed her like he meant business.

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.