Novel & Cerita Thrown Kiss

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

Take a hint. “Just as I thought. Not until you’re ready to admit you want me. I’ll wait for you to come begging for it.” He said and let go off me. I did something I thought I would never do in my life then. I placed my hands around his neck and kissed him. My soft lips captured his and I savored his cold soft ones slowly. In both times that I’ve been kissed, they both took charge but this was my first time kissing someone. Taking the initiative. He wasn’t kissing back. What was wrong me?

His lips sweetly touched mine. I reacted unknowingly, returning his caresses. He kept holding the back of my head, pulling me even closer to him. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and skillfully moved it around, giving me an indescribable thrill. I had never thought it's possible to feel that much excitement from a kiss.

His chest tightened, his breath caught, and for a heartbeat the world fell away. He didn’t hesitate. His hands cupped Davina’s face, trembling with reverence, and he pulled her close. Their lips met in a kiss that was not just passion, but a vow sealed in fire and forgiveness. It was raw, consuming, tender, and fierce all at once — a kiss that spoke of battles fought, scars carried, and love reborn. It was twelve years of longing, of battles fought, of wounds healed. The hall erupted in applause, but Damon heard nothing. All he felt was Davina — her tears mingling with his, her smile breaking against his lips, her heart beating in rhythm with his own.

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a collision of unspoken desires and pent-up feelings that had simmered beneath the facade we had both worn. As our lips met, time seemed to unravel, and the world melted away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his presence. His kiss was fervent, a declaration of sentiments that words had failed to capture. The warmth of his breath, the tenderness of his touch, all merged into a tapestry of sensations that enveloped me completely.

Christian tipped her head back to allow his tongue to dominate the wild and punishing kiss. He swirled his tongue against hers, devouring every recess hungrily. It wasn’t just any passionate kiss. It was branding. He wanted to punish her for fighting him since the time they met. He wanted her to know who she belonged to.

The next thing I know he has his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. I lean down to kiss him and when I do, he thrusts up into me harder than he had previously. I cry out in ecstasy right before I get my happy ending. Holding me still for a second as I see stars underneath my eyelids, I feel his grip tighten then and continue his thrusting. As he thrusts through it, I cry out and yell, “I love you Jordan, you are my everything.”

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

I guess she thinks I can't hear her, since she's whispering, but I can hear her fully. Then our lips make contact. I grab her cheek in support, as our lips move in sync. I cannot believe this is happening. I'm kissing Heaven Martinez and I'm not pushing her away? I'm not feeling disgusted. I am feeling some sort of likeness, and it's scaring me. After a few seconds of kissing she taps my thigh, not knowing what she wants, I lift myself on top of her as she puts her hand on my lower back, almost touching my ass.