Thrown Kiss 소설 & 이야기

his voice landed hot on my face, filling my nose with the thick smell of alcohol. I couldn’t say a word, I was helpless in his glare, there was no way back, and no possible means to fight back. I wished I could fight back. I wished I could escape, but wishes don’t come true when we wish most. I felt his rough hand on my cheek as he jerked up my face so that I could look helplessly at his face. “I own you. I own this apartment. You dare not question me!” he brushed my face aside, and off he went.

he questioned but before I could open my mouth to defend my self, his mouth came crashing against mine. His tongue skillfully slipped through my defenses, finding its way into my mouth. The kiss was breathtaking, igniting a passionate response within me. Whether he shared the same arousal remained a mystery. This time, his kiss possessed an intensity and ferocity that made me fear I might lose my breath, an intoxicating dance that bordered on the edge of suffocating ecstasy.

He kissed me. It wasn't a question. It wasn't a negotiation. It was a crushing, final moment of surrender. His mouth pressed hard against mine, his lips firm and demanding, tasting of something dark and ancient. It was a kiss that felt like a goodbye and a promise all at once, a sudden, violent collision of our two worlds. I felt my knees give out, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders as the room began to spin, the only thing grounding me in the sudden, terrifying chaos being the heat of his lips on mine.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

In that moment, there was only Nick, his touch a lifeline in the storm of chaos that raged within her. As Nick's lips met hers in a tender kiss, Lily felt a wave of warmth wash over her, melting away the fear and uncertainty that had gripped her heart just moments before. His touch was gentle yet firm, his lips moving against hers with a passion that ignited a fire deep within her soul. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but Nick and Lily, their bodies pressed together in a dance as old as time itself. Lily's heart raced in her chest, the pounding rhythm matching the intensity of the kiss as she surrendered herself fully to the moment.

I'll choose kissing her over pranks any day. We stop by Derrick and Camden's locker first and it's at the tip of my tongue to warn them about Rain's prank but I keep my mouth shut. If I'm going to sleep with her, I should start being nice to her. Should I recorded this and send to her as a gesture of good will? I chuckle to myself. Am I really ready to shove my friends under the bus for a chance at pussy? Who am I? Rain and a girl that's dating one of her stoner friends enter the hallway and they try to pretend they're not watching us. Rain's eyes don't meet mine. She's looking everywhere but at me. Glad to see I'm not the only one affected by the kiss.

She could feel the strength in his grip, the way he held her as if she were something precious. Without another word, Romeo leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with a tenderness that took her breath away. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration that spoke of care and affection. Romeo’s lips were warm and inviting, moving against hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her heart flutter.

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.

The room was filled with an intoxicating blend of anticipation and vulnerability. In that fleeting moment, my mind raced, conflicted between the urgency of our mission and the undeniable connection that had grown between us. Zander had always been enigmatic, a puzzle that both intrigued and perplexed me. But his request for a kiss carried a weight of significance, revealing a vulnerability he rarely showed. As our lips touched, a surge of emotions surged within me. It was a tender, delicate kiss, filled with unspoken promises and uncharted possibilities. In that brief, stolen moment, the walls that had guarded my heart began to crumble, and a spark of something deeper ignited within me.