Novel & Cerita Wednesday Kisses

"Gordon, please! I can't stand it!" Karen Goodwill says as if she is about to cry. Gordon Williams cannot help himself either. He lowers his head, buries his face between Karen Goodwill's legs, then kisses and licks her damp skin. The familiar and seductive scent fills Gordon Williams's nasal cavity. It’s turning him up.

I whisper. He reaches up. Cups my face with one hand. His palm is warm. His thumb brushes my cheekbone. “Zara,” he says. Just my name. Nothing else. And then he kisses me. It’s soft. Gentle. Almost careful. His lips against mine, asking a question I don’t know how to answer. I kiss him back. And something shifts. This isn’t practice. This isn’t business. This is Adrian Knight kissing me like he’s been wanting to for weeks and finally gave himself permission.

He stands up and takes my hand and pulls me to my feet and I stand in front of him and he is taller than me by six inches and close enough now that I can smell him properly, the warm specific him-smell that I've been sitting in the third row for, and he looks at my mouth. "Last chance," he says. "To be sensible, baby." "I've been sensible for eleven weeks," I reply. "I'm done." He kisses me. Deep and certain and completely unhurried, his hand in my hair and his other hand at my waist pulling me against him, and I grab his shirt front and pull and he makes a low sound against my mouth that I feel everywhere. I have been in the third row for eleven weeks for exactly this sound. Worth every Tue

He whispered, his fingers tracing imaginary circles on my back. "You." I responded with a smile looking up at him. Wesley returned a smile small and leaned down, pressing his lips against mine before capturing them in a slow kiss. I wrapped my arms around me, ready to delve deeper into an enchanting world with him when a disturbing knock came on the door. Wesley chuckled when I groaned, leaning my forehead on his chest. "Duty calls." He moved back to grab a shirt while I opened the door to see a maid, standing outside.

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Then, the kiss – a fleeting touch, a brand of possession, a silent acknowledgment of their precarious arrangement. Uno's words, a low murmur against her lips, were a cruel twist of fate: "Let's keep this 365-day marriage our secret. And don't worry, kissing you is the least I'll do." The veiled threat, the raw power in his voice, sent a shiver down her spine.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

He grabbed her neck and deepened the kiss after not getting her answer. All this is new to her. Ace Denzell has never even smiled and talked to her before today, when he knew she was going to his future wife - the future queen of the Dark Shadow Coven. She knows why he has done this today, but who cares now? She also wraps her arms around him. She feels her heart skip a beat for the first time today because of his actions. She doesn't resist, instead giving herself to his every movement. The feeling of her skin beneath his palm was addicting. The sensation made her feel alive again, not as if she had been dead in a coffin for centuries.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”