Novel & Cerita The Stolen Kiss Painting

His kisses burned my skin as his hot lips touched my cold body. The world and everything in it disappeared around us and, for the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to be loved. Really loved. It scared me, but at the same time, it was as if I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t recognize the girl I had suddenly become, but I didn’t want to stop. Feeling him slip inside me, he whispered something, but I didn’t hear what he said. A slight sting shot through my body and he stopped moving for a moment, but soon continued. I didn’t want him to stop as I felt myself being pushed to places I didn’t even know existed. It was most probably the most profound moment of my entire life when we cli

Zavian’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. He looked back into her eyes, silently asking for her permission. Emmeline gave him a small smile as she ran her palm over his chest under the water. “You don’t need permission to kiss me,” she whispered. “I prefer you as a thief.” A slow, proud smile spread across his lips. “Stolen kisses are more delicious, aren’t they?” She nodded. “Kisses are above the law,” she said softly. “Stolen or not, they’ll take your breath away anyway.”

Slamming plates and food across the wall and floor. I kissed her again, then moved my kisses to her neck, biting her softly on her neck. Then I pushed her shirt up and used my claws to tear the front of her bra in two. She gasped, but then looked at me curiously, like she wanted to know what I was going to do.

Laura immediately corrected. “I mean, the young heir of the Crezford family is a freelance artist. I was told that he’ll be the one to draw your portrait this year. Doesn’t that make this year’s portrait special?” she giggled. “But pardon me, Miss. What do you mean by you’re not engaged at all?” Laura walks towards her dressing table. There, on top of the dresser, another photo of Olivia Reign is in a photo frame. “It’s exactly what it means,” she answers. She cannot get engaged and get married while pretending to be Olivia. That’s messed up.

It looked like I'm getting him into deep trouble. Surprisingly, he leaned and kissed me on my lips. Damn, my first kiss! Shocked was an understatement. I know I'm inexperienced but I just let it. I closed my eyes and devoured those lips of him. He kissed me affectionately like he let out all his suppressed emotions. I opted to remove his shirt and he let me. I loved the feeling as we hugged and kissed each other. Heaven! I didn't know for how long we were kissing when he pulled out. We sensed we're catching our breaths and I couldn't believe we did it. We looked into each other’s eyes, “this is wrong Alle,” he whispered.

“Put this painting on the wall in the hallway. Take time to make sure that it is in a very good view.” “No problem,” she said as she made to go with the painting. Amelia stopped her as soon as she reached her side and looked at the painting in her hands. She was immediately stunned upon seeing the painting. She knew that the painting looked familiar but she had never thought that that would actually be it. The painting was called “Staking Hands” and it was painted by Amelia some years ago. She had auctioned it for fifty million dollars then and she was very sure that she had not sold it to him, so why was he in possession of the painting?

Morning light streamed through the tall windows, scattering across Emilia’s room in golden shards. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the untouched breakfast tray a maid had delivered hours earlier. The silver dome covered food she couldn’t bring herself to eat. Her lips still tingled from the night before. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t erase the memory of that kiss—her first real kiss stolen as collateral. Emilia gritted her teeth. It wasn’t romance. It wasn’t affection. It was a chain, wrapped in silk and steel.

In those stolen touches, they found solace, a connection that was unspoken yet profoundly felt. And then there were the stolen kisses, moments of vulnerability and desire that they couldn't resist. Their lips would meet in secret, and in those stolen kisses, the world around them would fade away. The taste of each other, the warmth of their breath mingling, it was a stolen indulgence that kept their souls alive amidst the chaos of their lives.

"You stole my first kiss." "Oh, you couldn't have found a better person than me to steal your first kiss, Prince Mateo. You should thank me," the little thief said in a voice that reeked of superiority. I didn't know how she was completely arrogant even now, even after she got caught. "Yes. I will thank you in a second," I said as I took a step closer to her, trying hard not to breathe in any of her dizzying scent. "Go on. Kiss her," my dragon whispered. "Kiss those pretty lips."

Why should these murdering kidnappers get to have something so magnificent? I storm off to the end of the hallway, annoyed that something so beautiful is hidden in the darkest, loneliest part of the house. When I reach the end of the hallway, I pause to take one more look at the painting. It would be a shame to leave it here. Without thinking I run back, grab the painting and speed off to my room, squealing all the way. I have never done anything like this before. It is so exhilarating! I feel like I have just pulled off my first heist ever. It seems I am turning into a criminal, just like the mobster they want me to marry. I just barely make it to my room when Louisa knocks on the door soft