Novel & Cerita The Kiss Thief

"What about the other side? Aren't you going to kiss the other one?" "..." Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. Her cheeks flared into a lovely, deep crimson. Tham’s gaze darkened with intensity, and a slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. He wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away. His thick, well-shaped lips captured hers in a kiss that was achingly tender. Kajarin parted her lips, surrendering to his advance as her eyes fluttered shut. The kiss was sweet and lingering, the heat between them rising steadily.

Hungrier. Thane moves first tonight, crossing to me and cupping my face in both hands. The kiss is deep and unhurried, his tongue tracing mine with the kind of thoroughness that makes my knees feel unreliable. A month of nights like this and he still kisses me like he’s memorizing every detail. When he pulls back, Dareth is right there, sliding his hand into my hair and turning my mouth to his. His kiss is completely different. Harder, more demanding, his teeth catching my bottom lip in a way that sends heat flooding straight between my thighs.

With his eyes closed, Gera could have been anyone of any description. He flicked the chains out of the way before tugging Gera’s hips to his, trapping their c-cks between them and Gera whimpered into the kiss, his c-ck leaving a slime of pre-come across Thaelen’s skin, sticking to the fine trail of golden hair over his stomach that thickened around Thaelen’s c-ck. Thaelen palmed the other man’s arse, grinding their c-cks between them as he deepened the kiss.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

She was beautiful just as she was. Thirdie found himself wanting to kiss her, but he feared waking her. So, he looked out the window, ignoring Jeff and the butler waiting outside. The sight of her lips seemed to invite him, and he leaned in, brushing them lightly against hers. The kiss was gentle, shallow just enough. Kathalina shifted slightly but didn’t wake up. He drew back a little, resting against the seat with his eyes closed.

The same blood… Alessio had coughed after every kiss. ⸻ Aurora looked horrified. ⸻ “It started already…” ⸻ “What?” Seraphina whispered weakly. ⸻ Aurora’s hands began shaking. ⸻ “The Fourth Kiss hasn’t happened yet…” A tear rolled down her face. ⸻ ”…but somehow…” She looked toward the underground palace. ⸻ ”…someone has awakened the curse ahead of time.” ⸻ Far beneath the mansion… The mysterious creature slowly stepped out of the darkness.

One hand acted as a cushion for her nape, and the other pulled her veil up only to the extent that it revealed her lips, and without warning, he kissed her. Her lips moved against his own hungrily; it was a surprising thing that he had a face even though she couldn't see it. He groaned into their kiss, and her eyelids fell shut as her hands moved up his hood to pull it away but it wasn't working. That unsettling feeling tangled with lust in her veins, her desire controlling each of her actions until he was yanked away from her, a somewhat rough jab against her chest - it was gone almost immediately. Her eyelids yanked open immediately to see that a hand had gone through his chest, bloodied a

whispered Eskylrious in her ear . When Kiara heard him , her whole face turned as red as a tomato . She was extremely shy when it came to love matters . " Enough , you thief ! Don't you feel embarrassed when saying such things ?! " said Kiara with an angry tone and her cheeks red from the memory of their kiss . " Thief ?!......." said Eskylrious with a startled look . " Yeah ! Bastard thief ! " said Kiara . " You have the guts to ignore me and call me a bastard thief ?! " said Eskylrious with a threatening expression .

It was time for the kiss. My heart battered against my ribs. I closed my eyes, bracing for the inevitable. The touch of his lips, a dry, papery whisper, a withered branch against my own. I did not recoil, but every fiber of my being screamed in protest. It was not Jonathan's kiss. It was his father, a king whose hands were caked with the dust of centuries of tradition. The kiss was a transaction, a final sealing of my fate.

I opened my eyes and saw that Theron was kissing me. It happened so fast that I didn’t realize that Thander and I had changed places. Theron is now kissing me while Thander and bites my neck, their hands traveling to where. This is no longer right! Her sister got too much for my first kiss! They can’t get anything else because I’m keeping it for my future wife! But condensed milk is delicious! Is this how to be kidnapped? Why do I watch differently in the news? Maybe this is really their intention! Mode! Maybe they modus operandi to grow me first before taking only inside me!