روايات وقصص ضمن Then He Kissed Me By The Crystals

All her fear vanished. She melted into the kiss and started kissing him back. He put his hand on her nape and the other one on her hip, pulling her toward him more. The kiss was so captivating and magical that she even forgot for a moment that they both were standing in someone else room. Crystal hesitantly; lifted her dress through his silky curls. He slightly parted his lips in the kiss to run his tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance. His the tongue felt hot on her skin and sparked a fire in her stomach.

Crystal still has a hard time to clear that memory. It was the day when the doctor was about to remove her plaster. That morning Valentine entered her room fully suited for the day. He didn't talk, just stared at her. She looked everywhere but at him until he grabbed her chin and smashed his lips on her. Just like last time, the kiss was gentle. She could only gasp like a dying fish as he sucked the air out of her lungs, like a magician. It was their second kiss yet felt new. After a few minutes, he pulled away and mumbled thanks for saving his family. Crystal could only nod watching him back away and sit on the couch.

Samira whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs, her voice filled with a mix of awe and longing. Ray opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "So are you," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "More than you know." He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and urgent, his hands working quickly to get rid of her blouse. Samira helped, her movements frantic as she stripped off her clothes, tossing them aside without a care. Ray’s hands were on her again, exploring every inch of her exposed skin with a hunger that left her gasping.

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.

He explained and I nodded with a small smile. "Thank you, Draven." He nodded and opened his mouth to say something else when someone knocked on the door. "Her parents are here, hurry up." My heart started pounding loudly against my chest and I looked at Draven one more time before he nodded hesitantly. I turned to leave, ready to open the door when a hand grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around hastily. Draven's lips covered mine within seconds and I kissed him back passionately and slowly, savouring our last moments together. He pulled away first and gently pressed his forehead against mine, his fingers on my cheeks now brushing against them in a comforting manner.

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'

the beautiful woman interrupted our greetings and hesitantly offered her hand to me for a handshake "am Kristal. I have heard so much about you from Minho" "Oh uhmm.. I have heard a lot about you too. It's so nice to finally meet you" I said with a smile as I took her hand into a firm handshake but deep down, I felt as if my insides were crumbling down to the pits of my stomach. Jeon on the other hand, was as still as pond water during our whole exchange of greetings. He kept staring at Kristal like she was some amazing creature too awesome for a mere man like him to behold and I really couldn't help but feel a stab of jealousy to my heart just by watching him love her with his eyes.

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.

Noah's eyes were bright with tears of joy as he kissed my forehead. “Why is there sand in here?” I asked, shaking the bottle gently. The grains of sand made a peaceful sound against the glass. The sharks swam near our feet. “It's from our castle. The foundation was all that was left,” he explained. He locked eyes with me. “That's where I'd like to start with you again.” I smiled, losing myself to the warmth and love in his eyes. I nodded, not trusting my voice. Instead, I kissed him, pulling him into me with love and desire. I let my kiss tell him that was what I wanted too. His kiss told me he understood.

I have no idea what he is up to. I couldn't judge anything from his expression. What exactly is going on? He suddenly moved closer and hissed, "I won't eat you up..." I froze, "Let me do this and I will leave you back at your house" My hands and legs were trembling. He slanted on me even closer. His face just an inch away from me. He was serious about that kiss. It is just a kiss, right? I steeled my thoughts. It won't be a big deal, right?