Novel & Cerita Victorious Kissing

I caught a glimpse of his eyes for a split second, and the glimmer in those eyes said that he was totally enjoying this game of domination we had going on. His tongue grazed over my lower lip, asking for permission. But I held my lips together, closing it shut on purpose. He let out a growl as he bit on my lower lip roughly, catching me off guard and causing me to gasp. With that, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue right in. He really wasn't kidding when he said the 'element of surprise'. Judah then put his hand on my throat. His grip was strong and firm, somewhat blocking my air passage. In between the lack of oxygen and his skillful tongue dancing inside my mouth, I felt like I was

I turned away and tugged my cami down on the pretext of scratching my waist. "Mo" I heard his voice right behind me and I felt my cheeks turning warm. I turned slowly, making sure my face looked nonchalant. ****** A/N Hi Readers My story is about teenage love and classic tale of opposites attract. Misha is a shy, down to earth girl, who is hopelessly in love with her childhood bestie and neighbour Victor, but has no courage to express her love. Victor is too arrogant and teases Misha to no end, and seems oblivious to her feelings. Him being such a hottie and popular among girls makes Misha even more insecure.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

Vivian let out a soft, defeated moan against his mouth, her internal fire turning into absolute submission as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling his massive 6'4" frame down into her space. Dominic groaned deeply, a dark, primal sound that rattled through his chest as he took her mouth once more. This kiss was completely devoid of corporate calculation—it was a punishing, ravenous assertion of pure dominance. His tongue twined with hers in a slow, heavy rhythm that tasted of iron and smoke, a silent demand for total ownership that sent a violent spike of adrenaline straight to her center.

"Ava, I would never force you into anything. We go at your pace. Always." "I know," I murmured. "I think I just want to go home now. We have that test tomorrow, and I really need to study." "Of course," he said, stepping on the gas as the light turned green. Ten minutes later, the car pulled up to the curb outside Victor's massive, dark mansion. The house looked completely silent from the outside, the windows dark. Ethan put the car in park and turned to me. He reached out, his hand gently cupping my jaw. This time, I didn't pull away. He leaned in and kissed me right there by the entrance. It was a sweet, patient kiss.

Vance let out a low, dark sound from deep in his chest, a sound of total, unhinged victory. He closed the distance between them, his mouth crashing down on Kaelen’s in a fierce, consuming kiss that possessed every breath left in Kaelen’s lungs. It was raw, unrefined, and frantic, the release of days of built-up violence, corporate war, and mutual obsession finally detonating into the dark quiet of the suite. Kaelen groaned into the kiss, his arms flying up around Vance’s neck, his fingers tangling into Vance’s dark hair. He pulled Vance closer, arching his body flush against the solid wall of Vance’s chest, feeling the terrifying heat vibrating off Vance’s skin.

“A kiss.” I could hear my heart that was thumping so fast. The raise in my body temperature was evident to say my cheeks had turned red, even though I couldn’t see it. “W-what…” I stuttered. “One kiss, one piece of information.” He winked in a flirty way. I pushed him by his chest as he raised his hand to stroke my cheeks. He started to laugh as I shouted “You pervert!” He wouldn’t stop laughing while I threw daggers with my eyes. “Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.”

Victory teased with a twinkle in her eye and an adorable smile on her lips. Arthur gave out a short chuckle, "Well, we have two more dates to go. Let's hope the next one doesn't make you fall asleep." "So..." Arthur's voice trailed as his gaze pointedly fell to her pink, pouty lips. He narrowed the gap between them, his pale blue eyes darkening considerably as he dipped his head, lowering his lips onto hers. Victory's breath hitched as their lips meet and closed her eyes, welcoming the taste of his mouth on hers. He nibbled her bottom lips sensually, requesting for them to part so his tongue can enter. Wanting their bodies to be closer, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, the palm of his

“You’ll survive a few hours.” “I know.” I looked up at him. “I still will.” Victor set his cup on the railing without looking away from me. Then he kissed me. It was not a polite goodbye kiss. It was slow and deep, the kind that made my fingers curl in his shirt. He tasted like coffee. His hand tightened at my waist, pulling me in until the light blue dress was pressed between us. I made a small sound against his mouth. He answered it with another kiss, unhurried, like he had nowhere else to be even though I was leaving.

The room seemed to hold its breath, the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of them, lost in this moment of connection. Victor's hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer, his touch possessive yet tender. Martha melted into him, her body molding to his, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. The kiss was slow, a dance of tongues and teeth, a battle of wills and desires. It was a kiss that promised passion, that teased at the depths of their connection, that left her breathless and aching for more.