Novel & Cerita Victorious Kissing

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

The adrenaline from almost being fully caught mixed with their desire, and soon they were kissing hungrily, hands roaming each other’s bodies again. Victor laid her back on the bed, peeling the sheet away from her naked form. He kissed down her body with reverence — sucking gently on her breasts, leaving fresh marks, then moving lower to kiss her stomach, her hips, her inner thighs. When he reached her pussy, he licked her slowly, lovingly — long, sensual strokes, savoring her taste even after everything that had happened. Lila moaned softly, her fingers in his hair, hips rolling gently against his mouth.

I kissed his cheeks and forehead before placing a loving kiss on his lips, "I'm gonna do my best to make sure it lasts forever. Especially if it means I get to see this smile and hear that laugh again." I grip his waist and pull him flush against my chest as I capture his lips. They fit like puzzle pieces. His lips are as soft as they look, and he tastes like honey. Unable to get enough, I lightly nibble at his lip as my hand explores his back and hips. His lips part, giving me access to his delicious mouth. I immediately explore it before caressing his sweet tongue with mine. He moans softly and I pick him up. On instinct, it seems, he wraps his legs around me while running his fingers thro

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

Why do Victors have to talk so fucking much? My abrupt action causes him to lean back against his expensive mahogany desk. He holds my head between his palms, and he deepens the kiss. My fingers struggle to undo his buttons. “Motherfucker," I mutter between kisses. “What's wrong?” He pulls his face away slightly. “If you're not sure, then we don't —" “No, it's not that. Do you have another one of these shirts?" “Yes, but why do you want to — ”

His scent comforts me completely. Victor turns to face me. His hand cups my cheek gently. I touch his face in return. The stubble feels rough beneath my fingertips. He leans in slowly. His lips brush mine at first. The kiss starts soft and sweet. Then it deepens into something more passionate. The world around us fades away. The controversy becomes nothing more than a distant hum. I melt into him completely. Our love burns like a gentle ember. It glows steady and bright and unbreakable.

“You respond to me. No matter how much you fight it, your body betrays you.” Olivia’s breath stuck as he leaned closer, his scent intoxicating. “I hate you,” she whispered, though the words felt hollow. Victor’s fingers slid beneath her chin, tilting her face up. “Say it again,” he challenged. Her lips parted, but no words came. Victor chuckled darkly, his thumb grazing over her lower lip before his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was brutal, filled with anger and something rawer. Olivia fought against him at first, her hands pushing at his chest, but Victor was unyielding. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling slightly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, claiming