Novel & Cerita Tom Hiddleston Kissing

He was already in the war room, probably pacing like some dark prince preparing for battle. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor. As the doors slid open, I found him there—Viktor, standing beside Aleksander, like shadows carved from marble. His storm-gray eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world stilled. His gaze drifted down my body, slow, deliberate.

God, why does he have to be such a good kisser? ​Due to the lack of oxygen, I was forced to pull away, but Draven didn’t stop there. Instead, he started leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my soft spot before moving up and kissing the corner of my lips, then back to my neck again, making my whole body quiver in pleasure. I gasped when he squeezed my thighs and tugged on the skin of my neck, causing me to moan again. No, this was getting too intense and I have to control myself...but I can’t, and I don’t want to.

Long before the boat was tied down or even fully finished stopping, he was jumping from the side of the boat and onto the dock. I ran to him, throwing my arms around him and holding onto him for dear life. He pulled me into him, kissing my hair. I breathed in the scent of him, mixed with ocean and sweat, but taking every inch of him in with my senses to know he was really here and this wasn't a dream. “Charlotte,” he whispered, pressing his lips against mine and making sure I was real, too. He was firm and real, and clinging to me as strongly as I clung to him.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

A small school of silver fish flitted across the sand before disappearing from my sight. Bastian floated next to me, sitting on his own board as he looked at the horizon. The sun was coming up gold and setting the sky aflame. I gasped. It was magical to be out here, floating with my feet in the water as the sun came up. Just as the last inches of the giant ball of light left the horizon, he leaned over and kissed me. I closed my eyes, feeling his warm tongue and tasting the salt of the ocean while the sun heated my skin. No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue.

"Seriously, I'll give up on you, kitty!" Mia uses a new spoon, and tastes one, the icing on Mia's lips attracts Malcolm. He reaches out his hand to wipe her but the girl quickly licks it off. An awkward atmosphere ensues between the two. Malcolm cures shyness by laughing. "What a kitten, do whatever you want" "What are you going to do to me?" The young man smiles, his gentle eyes looking toward Mia. It is rare to see such a Malcolm Hiddleston. The boy is different from his usual cold, cruel appearance.

After he was done thoroughly licking her juices, he came back up and went straight to her neck. “You're driving me insane, and I can't hold myself any longer.” When he raised his head to look at his work, he smiled on seeing the hickey on her neck. The mark that clearly showed she was his and his alone. He then proceeded to seal her lips into a passionate kiss once again. No matter how much he kissed her, he couldn't get enough. Zendaya could taste herself on his lips, but she did not mind as that was coupled with Jayden's tender lips and his sweetness.

She could feel the heat of his breath interlacing with hers, the tension between them crackling like electricity. "Good," she whispers, her eyes locking onto his. "Because there's no need to be. I'm yours too, remember?" Before Dexter could respond, Astrid inches in and captured his lips in a kiss. The kiss started gentle, a soft press of lips that quickly escalated into something deeper and more passionate. Her hands slid up to cradle his face, pulling him closer as their mouths moved in perfect harmony.

His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up. ​I shook my head. "No." ​I reached out, pulling the fabric of his shirt in my hands, and pulled him down. Before he could say another word, I pressed my lips against his. ​I just kissed the hockey captain.

My tongue suddenly feels tied. What do I say to a crying good-looking stranger, who has done nothing but be nice to me …save for making me loose consciousness in the white hall, and of course, taking a strand of my hair without my permission. He tries to hide his red puffed eyes, but I see it anyways. My hands reach to pat his shoulder slow and steady. Slow and steady… “When did you grow this much Hermione?” He turns to look at me, his eyes holding a strong emotion... ... Something I can’t quite decipher... something that reminds me of how Helios stared at me, before kissing me. A look of awe...and love?