The Romantic Blogger

Romance book reviews

National kissing day, 6.7 ๐Ÿ’‹ ื™ื•ื ื”ื ืฉื™ืงื•ืช ื”ื‘ื™ื ืœืื•ืžื™, 6.7 ๐Ÿ’‹

ืœืงืจื™ืืช ื”ืคื•ืกื˜ ื‘ืขื‘ืจื™ืช, ืชื’ืœืœื• ืœืžื˜ื”! ๐Ÿ‘‡

KISSES. Let's talk about it… ๐Ÿ˜˜
There are so many types of kisses: French kiss, Eskimo kiss, English kiss, Butterfly kiss… There are kisses between friends, lovers kisses, mother's kiss, kisses between acquaintances… There's a kiss on the cheek, a kiss on the hand, a kiss with tongues, a kiss In the air…
But one thing is for sure, kissing is one of the strongest expressions of love – and between us, kissing can be better than any FOREPLAY!!! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ”ฅ
So in honor of the International Kissing Day today, we made you a list of our favorite romance-books kisses! ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹

๐Ÿ˜˜ Leo / Mia Sheridan ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š We're like two dance partners, moving in perfect synchronicity, living out a passionate choreography of lips and tongues.
I lay back on the roof, holding him to me as we continue kissing. We kiss for hours, days, weeks, a lifetime perhaps. Our kiss is blissful oblivion. It's too much and not nearly enough.
It's my first kiss and I know it's his, too. And it is perfection.
๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ˜˜ First Debt / Pepper Winters ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š โ€œYouโ€™re an idiot.โ€
โ€œSo you keep telling me.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re wasting your time.โ€
โ€œSo you keep telling me.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t want to kiss you!โ€
I lashed out. My arms came up. I opened my palm. And I slapped the self-righteous, egotistical arsehole on the cheek. The moment went from lust-heavy to stagnant with violence. We stared, caught dead centre in war.
โ€œYouโ€™re a fucking nightmare,โ€ he snapped.
โ€œKiss me.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re ruining my life.โ€
โ€œKiss me.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™reโ€”โ€
โ€œKiss me, Jethro. Kiss me. Just fucking kiss me and give meโ€”โ€
His body crashed against mine. His hands flew up, grabbing my cheeks and holding me firm. His lips, oh his lips, they bruised mine as his head tilted, and with pure anger, he gave me what Iโ€™d wanted for weeks.
He kissed me.
My lungs were emptyโ€”heโ€™d stolen all my air, but I no longer survived on oxygen. I survived on his mouth, his taste, his unbridled energy pouring down my throat. His tongue tore past my lips, taking me savage and hungry. There was nothing sweet or gentle. This was a punishment. A reminder that I hadnโ€™t won. He wasnโ€™t kissing me. He was fighting me in every underhanded way.
๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ˜˜ The Wall of Winnipeg and Me / Mariana Zapata ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š He kissed me.
Aiden kissed me.
His bottom lip went to my top one, his grip reassuring and unyielding as he dragged his mouth to kiss me fully. And I did what any sane person would have done: I let him, and I pressed my lips to his instinctively. Our mouths met in a peck that was followed by a big, guttural sigh fanning over my neck for a moment, his forehead pressing against mine.
Okay. All right.
Okay.
๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ˜˜ Melt for You / J.T. Geissinger ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š If I thought Cameron McGregor tasted good with his mouth shut, he becomes the most succulent, delicious bonanza of flavor when his lips part and my tongue touches his.
His mouth is sweet, hot, and plush. He applies gentle pressure, sucking lightly on my tongue, and makes a low sound in the back of his throat.
That soundโ€”combined with the taste of his mouth and the hard heat of his body pressed against mineโ€”sends an electric current of pleasure shooting through my veins.
โ€œOh!โ€ I jump, startled by the shock of it, and pull away. I stand in front of him with wide eyes, my heart thumping, my mind a writhing snarl of dangerous thoughts like a box full of snakes.
Camโ€™s eyes drift open. โ€œEasy, lass,โ€ he says softly, pulling me back to him. โ€œWeโ€™re not done yet.โ€
๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ˜˜ The Bronze Horseman / Paullina Simons ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š โ€œAlexanderโ€”โ€
โ€œNow that itโ€™s morning, Iโ€™m suddenly Alexander again?โ€
Gazing up at him, Tatiana whispered, โ€œOh, Shuraโ€ฆโ€ And Alexander could no longer bear it. He bent to her face and kissed her.
Her lips were as soft and young and full as he had imagined them to be. Tatianaโ€™s whole body started to tremble as she kissed him back with such tenderness, such passion, such need that Alexander involuntarily emitted a small groan. He was bewildered by her hands pressing his head into hers and not letting go. โ€œOh, Godโ€ฆโ€ he whispered into her parted mouth.
๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ˜˜ The Devil / Ashley Jade ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š Butterflies swarm in my belly when he closes the distance between us. Iโ€™m almost positive he only meant to give me a chaste kiss, but what happens when his lips meet mine is nothing short of electric. And I know he feels it too because he makes a noise deep in his throat as he coaxes me to open my mouth wider, teasing me the way a snake would its prey. Slowly and methodically.
The moment our tongues touch, the kiss turns fervent and reckless. I can feel his erection straining in his pants, desperate to be free as he explores every inch of my mouth and I do the same to him, unable to get enough. ๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ˜˜ Him / Sarina Bowen & Elle Kennedy ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š Jamie is kissing me.
Jamie is kissing me.
Jamie is kissing me.
Nope, no matter which way I run it through my head, it still doesnโ€™t make sense to me. The pressure of his mouth? Makes no sense. The shocking sweep of his tongue over my bottom lip? No sense.
But holy fucking shit, I want it.
Rain pours off the awning and slides over our heads as my best friendโ€™s lips latch onto mine. I taste the rain, beer, something addictively masculine.His mouth brushes mine, over and over again, and when I part my lips to draw a shaky breath, he takes full advantage and slides his tongue inside.
๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ˜˜ Credence / Penelope Douglas ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š I start to move my mouth and kiss him back, slipping my tongue past his lips little by little, moaning and tasting him until I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ll ever get enough.
His mouth eats me up, moving over me, kissing the corners of my mouth and nibbling the flesh of my bottom lip, and I put my hand on his at my stomach and guide him down, pushing him to the V between my legs. ๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ˜˜ A Love Letter to Whiskey / Kandi Steiner ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š He pulled me into him and before I could register it all, his lips were on mine.
And my world tilted, taking me with it.
Jamie had held his breath on that kiss, and for a moment I held mine, too. But when I lifted up on my tip toes, pressing my lips harder against his and fisting my hands in his shirt to pull him even closer, we both exhaled together. Our breaths rushed out around us and Jamie sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, letting it go with a groan as he kissed me again, this time sliding his tongue in to find mine.
I was spinning, tipsy, teetering on the edge of being wasted on Whiskey. Iโ€™d dreamed of kissing Jamie so many times, but nothing could compare to how it really felt โ€” his hands on me, so strong, his mouth skilled and passionate. My legs were weak and he felt it, taking the weight of me in his arms, kissing me like heโ€™d waited his entire life to have the chance.
๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ˜˜ Halfway to the Grave / Jeaniene Frost ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š โ€œKiss me.โ€
The words left me without any thought, and I realized Iโ€™d secretly wanted to say them for a while. Bones leaned over and his lips closed over mine softly. Gently. Giving me every opportunity to change my mind and push him away, but I didnโ€™t. I slid my arms around his neck and brought him closer.
He ran his tongue along my lips until I opened my mouth. His touched mine for a moment before retreating, teasingly, back into his mouth. Another flickering touch and back again, and again. Coaxing me, persuading me. Finally I traced my tongue into his mouth, feeling the answering rub and then the unbelievable sensuality of him sucking on it.
I moaned, unable to help it. The graze of his incisors should have bothered me, but they didnโ€™t.
๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ˜˜ Torn / Carian Cole ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š Dropping my hand, he grabs the back of my neck, yanking my mouth back to his hungrily, and I clutch his arm to keep from falling backward onto my ass. His lips are warm and demanding, his tongue pushing past my teeth, coaxing my mouth open. My heartbeats turn into soaring butterflies. Nothing has ever felt like this. He steals my breath, making me dizzy as his mouth claims mine, his fingers tightening at the back of my neck. I tilt my head slightly to deepen the kiss, and a low, guttural growl sounds in his throat, turning my sweet butterflies into fireflies and sparking heat from my tummy to my thighs. ๐Ÿ“š

๐Ÿ˜˜ Vicious / L.J. Shen ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š He spun me around, and before I could say somethingโ€”anythingโ€”his mouth attacked mine. Every doubt Iโ€™d had evaporated. His tongue parted my lips, this time demanding, not asking, and I remembered how I hadnโ€™t allowed that to happen the first time weโ€™d kissed. Now there was no barrier. There was no Dean. No HotHoles and no Todos Santos. Just the two hungry, savage adults who wanted to rip each other to shreds.
I wanted to dissolve into smoke, to crawl into him and never leave. It was crazy, but that was how much I craved this man.
His mouth was hot, his kiss ravenous and rough. Like he was trying to erase every trace of every other man whoโ€™d ever tasted meโ€”an erratic rhythm that made my heart skip several beats. I was so aroused I thought I was going to die right there in his arms if he didnโ€™t peel my clothes off.
๐Ÿ“š

What is your favorite book kiss? ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹
And don't forget to give a huge kiss to the ones you love! (In the air, because, you know… COVID-19) ๐Ÿ˜‚

โ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ

แ–ดOแ–‡ แ—ฐOแ–‡E แ–‡Eแ‘•Oแ—ฐแ—ฐEแ‘Žแ—ชแ—ฉTIOแ‘Žแ”•, แ–ดOแ’ชแ’ชOแ—ฏ แ‘Œแ”• Oแ‘Ž Iแ‘Žแ”•Tแ—ฉGแ–‡แ—ฉแ—ฐ:
๐Ÿ˜˜ BookNof –
https://www.instagram.com/booknof/

๐Ÿ˜˜ The Romantic Blogger –
https://www.instagram.com/the_romantic_blogger/

๐Ÿ˜˜ GOOแ—ชแ–‡Eแ—ฉแ—ชแ”•: https://bit.ly/3acMRMP


ื™ื•ื ื”ื ืฉื™ืงื•ืช ื”ื‘ื™ื ืœืื•ืžื™, 6.7

ื ืฉื™ืงื•ืช. ื‘ื•ืื• ื ื“ื‘ืจ ืขืœ ื–ื”… ๐Ÿ˜˜
ื™ืฉ ื›ืœ ื›ืš ื”ืจื‘ื” ืกื•ื’ื™ื: ื ืฉื™ืงื” ืฆืจืคืชื™ืช, ื ืฉื™ืงื” ืืกืงื™ืžื•ืกื™ืช, ื ืฉื™ืงื” ืื ื’ืœื™ืช, ื ืฉื™ืงืช ืคืจืคืจ… ื™ืฉ ื ืฉื™ืงื•ืช ื‘ื™ืŸ ื—ื‘ืจื™ื, ื ืฉื™ืงื•ืช ืฉืœ ืื•ื”ื‘ื™ื, ื ืฉื™ืงื” ืฉืœ ืื™ืžื, ื ืฉื™ืงื•ืช ื‘ื™ืŸ ืžื›ืจื™ื… ื™ืฉ ื ืฉื™ืงื” ืขืœ ื”ืœื—ื™, ื ืฉื™ืงื” ืขืœ ื”ื™ื“, ื ืฉื™ืงื” ืขื ืœืฉื•ืŸ, ื ืฉื™ืงื” ื‘ืื•ื•ื™ืจ… ืื‘ืœ ืžื” ืฉื‘ื˜ื•ื—, ื ืฉื™ืงื” ื”ื™ื ืื—ื“ ื”ื‘ื™ื˜ื•ื™ื™ื ื”ื—ื–ืงื™ื ื‘ื™ื•ืชืจ ืฉืœ ืื”ื‘ื” – ื•ื‘ื™ื ื™ื ื•, ื ืฉื™ืงื” ื™ื›ื•ืœื” ืœื”ื™ื•ืช ื˜ื•ื‘ื” ื™ื•ืชืจ ืžื›ืœ ืžืฉื—ืง ืžืงื“ื™ื!!! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ”ฅ
ืื– ืœื›ื‘ื•ื“ ื™ื•ื ื”ื ืฉื™ืงื•ืช ื”ื‘ื™ื ืœืื•ืžื™, ื”ื›ื ื• ืœื›ืŸ ืื•ืกืฃ ื ืฉื™ืงื•ืช ืกืคืจื•ืชื™ื•ืช ืฉืื”ื‘ื ื• ื‘ืžื™ื•ื—ื“! ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹

ื—ืกืจ ืžืืคื™ื™ืŸ alt ืœืชืžื•ื ื” ื”ื–ื•; ืฉื ื”ืงื•ื‘ืฅ ื”ื•ื 20200705_164150.jpg

๐Ÿ˜˜ ืžื™ื” ืฉืจื™ื“ืŸ / Leo ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š We're like two dance partners, moving in perfect synchronicity, living out a passionate choreography of lips and tongues.
I lay back on the roof, holding him to me as we continue kissing. We kiss for hours, days, weeks, a lifetime perhaps. Our kiss is blissful oblivion. It's too much and not nearly enough.
It's my first kiss and I know it's his, too. And it is perfection.
๐Ÿ“š
*ืœื ืงื™ื™ื ื‘ืขื‘ืจื™ืช. ืœืกืคืจื™ื ืžืชื•ืจื’ืžื™ื ืฉืœ ื”ืกื•ืคืจืช, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ˜˜ ื”ื—ื•ื‘ ื”ืจืืฉื•ืŸ (ื™ืจื•ืฉืช ื”ื—ื•ื‘ 2) / ืคืคืจ ื•ื™ื ื˜ืจืก ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š "ืืช ืื™ื“ื™ื•ื˜ื™ืช".
"ื–ื” ืžื” ืฉืืชื” ืื•ืžืจ ืœื™ ื›ืœ ื”ื–ืžืŸ".
"ืืช ืžื‘ื–ื‘ื–ืช ืืช ื–ืžื ืš".
"ื–ื” ืžื” ืฉืืชื” ืื•ืžืจ ืœื™ ื›ืœ ื”ื–ืžืŸ".
"ืื ื™ ืœื ืจื•ืฆื” ืœื ืฉืง ืื•ืชืš!"
ื”ืชืคืจืฆืชื™. ื–ืจื•ืขื•ืชื™ื™ ื”ื•ื ืคื•, ืคืชื—ืชื™ ืืช ื›ืฃ ื™ื“ื™ ื•ืกื˜ืจืชื™ ืœืื™ื“ื™ื•ื˜ ื”ืžืชื—ืกื“ ื•ื”ืื ื•ื›ื™ ืขืœ ื”ืœื—ื™.
ื”ืื•ื•ื™ืจื” ื”ืคื›ื” ืžื™ื™ื“ ืžืชืื•ื•ื” ืกืžื™ื›ื” ืœืงื™ืคืื•ืŸ ืืœื™ื. ื”ื‘ื˜ื ื• ื–ื” ื‘ื–ื”, ืœื›ื•ื“ื™ื ื‘ืœื™ื‘ื” ืฉืœ ืžืœื—ืžื”.
"ืืช ืคืืงื™ื ื’ ืกื™ื•ื˜", ื”ื•ื ื”ืชืคืจืฅ.
"ื ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™".
"ืืช ื”ื•ืจืกืช ืืช ื—ื™ื™".
"ื ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™".
"ืืช…"
"ื ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™, ื’'ืชืจื•. ื ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™. ืคืฉื•ื˜ ืคืืงื™ื ื’ ื ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™ ื•ืชืŸ ืœื™…"
ื”ื’ื•ืฃ ืฉืœื• ื ืžื—ืฅ ืืœ ื’ื•ืคื™. ื™ื“ื™ื• ื”ืชืจื•ืžืžื• ื‘ืžื”ื™ืจื•ืช, ืื—ื–ื• ื‘ืœื—ื™ื™ ื•ืื—ื–ื• ื‘ื™ ื‘ื›ื•ื—. ื”ืฉืคืชื™ื™ื ืฉืœื•, ื”ื•, ื”ืฉืคืชื™ื™ื ืฉืœื•, ื”ืŸ ืคืฆืขื• ืืช ืฉืคืชื™ื™ ื›ืฉืจืืฉื• ื ื˜ื” ื”ืฆื™ื“ื” ื•ื‘ื–ืขื ื˜ื”ื•ืจ, ื”ื•ื ื ืชืŸ ืœื™ ืืช ืžื” ืฉื”ืฉืชื•ืงืงืชื™ ื›ื‘ืจ ืฉื‘ื•ืขื•ืช ืœืงื‘ืœ.
ื”ื•ื ื ื™ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™.
ื”ืœืฉื•ืŸ ืฉืœื• ื—ื“ืจื” ืืœ ืžืขื‘ืจ ืœืฉืคืชื™ื™ ื•ืœืงื—ื” ืื•ืชื™ ื‘ืจืขื‘ ืคืจืื™. ืœื ื”ื™ื” ื“ื‘ืจ ืžืชื•ืง ืื• ืขื“ื™ืŸ ื‘ื ืฉื™ืงื”. ื–ื” ื”ื™ื” ืขื•ื ืฉ. ืชื–ื›ื•ืจืช ืœื›ืš ืฉืœื ื ื™ืฆื—ืชื™. ื”ื•ื ืœื ืžื ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™, ื”ื•ื ื ืœื—ื ื‘ื™ ื‘ื›ืœ ื“ืจืš ืืคืฉืจื™ืช.
๐Ÿ“š
*ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื”, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ˜˜ ืœื›ื‘ื•ืฉ ืืช ื”ืงื™ืจ / ืžืจื™ืื ื” ื–ืืคืื˜ื” ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š ืื™ื™ื“ืŸ ื ื™ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™.
ืฉืคืชื• ื”ืชื—ืชื•ื ื” ื›ื™ืกืชื” ืืช ืฉืคืชื™ ื”ืขืœื™ื•ื ื”, ืื—ื™ื–ืชื• ืžืขื•ื“ื“ืช ื•ืžื“ืื™ื’ื” ื‘ื•-ื–ืžื ื™ืช. ื•ืื– ื”ื•ื ืžืฉืš ืืช ืฉืคืชื™ื• ืœืžื˜ื” ื›ื“ื™ ืœื—ืชื•ื ืืช ื”ื ืฉื™ืงื” ืกื•ืคื™ืช. ืขืฉื™ืชื™ ื›ืœ ืžื” ืฉื‘ื—ื•ืจื” ืื—ืจืช ื”ื™ื™ืชื” ืขื•ืฉื”: ื ืชืชื™ ืœื• ืœืขืฉื•ืช ืืช ื–ื” ื•ื”ืฆืžื“ืชื™ ืืช ืฉืคืชื™ื™ ืœืฉืคืชื™ื• ื‘ืื•ืคืŸ ืื™ื ืกื˜ื ืงื˜ื™ื‘ื™. ื”ืฉืคืชื™ื™ื ืฉืœื ื• ื ืคื’ืฉื• ื‘ื ื™ืงื•ืจ ืงื˜ืŸ ืฉื”ื•ื‘ื™ืœ ืœื ืฉื™ืงื” ื’ื“ื•ืœื” ืฉื”ืกืชื™ื™ืžื” ื‘ื’ื ื™ื—ื” ื’ื“ื•ืœื” ืžืขื•ืžืง ืงืจื‘ื™ื™. ืžืฆื—ื• ื ืœื—ืฅ ืœืžืฆื—ื™.
ืื•-ืงื™ื™. ื‘ืกื“ืจ.
ืื•-ืงื™ื™.
๐Ÿ“š
*ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื”, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ˜˜ ืจื•ื’ื‘ื™ ื•ืื•ืžื ื•ืช ื”ืคื™ืชื•ื™ / ื’'ื™ื™. ื˜ื™. ื’ื™ื™ืกื™ื ื’ืจ ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š ืื ื—ืฉื‘ืชื™ ืฉืœืงืžืจื•ืŸ ืžืง'ื’ืจื’ื•ืจ ื™ืฉ ื˜ืขื ื˜ื•ื‘ ื‘ืคื” ืกื’ื•ืจ, ื”ื•ื ื”ื•ืคืš ืœืžืขื“ืŸ ื˜ืขื™ื ื•ืขืกื™ืกื™ ื›ืฉืฉืคืชื™ื• ืคืฉื•ืงื•ืช ื•ืœืฉื•ื ื™ ื ื•ื’ืขืช ื‘ืœืฉื•ื ื•.
ืคื™ื• ืžืชื•ืง, ื—ื ื•ืงื˜ื™ืคืชื™. ื”ื•ื ืžืคืขื™ืœ ืœื—ืฅ ืขื“ื™ืŸ, ืžื•ืฆืฅ ืงืœื•ืช ืืช ืœืฉื•ื ื™ ื•ืžืฉืžื™ืข ืงื•ืœ ื ืžื•ืš ื‘ืขื•ืžืง ื’ืจื•ื ื•.
ื”ืงื•ืœ ื”ื–ื” – ืžืฉื•ืœื‘ ื‘ื˜ืขื ืคื™ื• ื•ื‘ื—ื•ื ื”ื ื•ืงืฉื” ืฉืœ ื’ื•ืคื• ื”ืœื—ื•ืฅ ื›ื ื’ื“ ื’ื•ืคื™ – ืฉื•ืœื— ื–ืจื ื—ืฉืžืœื™ ืฉืœ ืชืขื ื•ื’ ืœืขื•ืจืงื™ื™.
"ืื•!" ืื ื™ ืงื•ืคืฆืช, ืžื•ืคืชืขืช ืžื”ื”ืœื ื•ืžืชืจื—ืงืช. ืื ื™ ืขื•ืžื“ืช ืžื•ืœื• ื‘ืขื™ื ื™ื™ื ืคืขื•ืจื•ืช, ืœื™ื‘ื™ ื”ื•ืœื, ื‘ืžื•ื—ื™ ืชืขืจื•ื‘ืช ืฉืœ ืžื—ืฉื‘ื•ืช ืžืกื•ื›ื ื•ืช ื›ืžื• ืืจื’ื– ืžืœื ื ื—ืฉื™ื.
ืขื™ื ื™ื• ืฉืœ ืงืื ื ืคืงื—ื•ืช. "ืœืื˜, ืœืืกื™," ื”ื•ื ืื•ืžืจ ื‘ืจื›ื•ืช, ืžื•ืฉืš ืื•ืชื™ ื—ื–ืจื” ืืœื™ื•. "ืขื•ื“ ืœื ืกื™ื™ืžื ื•."
๐Ÿ“š
*ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื”, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ˜˜ ืคืจืฉ ื”ื‘ืจื•ื ื–ื” / ืคืื•ืœื™ื ื” ืกื™ื™ืžื•ื ืก ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š "ืืœื›ืกื ื“ืจ…"
"ืขื›ืฉื™ื•, ื›ืฉื‘ื•ืงืจ, ืื ื™ ืคืชืื•ื ืฉื•ื‘ ืืœื›ืกื ื“ืจ?"
ืžืชื‘ื•ื ื ืช ื‘ื•, ืœื—ืฉื” ื˜ื˜ื™ืื ื”, "ื”ื•, ืฉื•ืจื”…" ื•ืืœื›ืกื ื“ืจ ืœื ื™ื›ืœ ื”ื™ื” ืœืฉืืช ื–ืืช ืขื•ื“. ื”ื•ื ืจื›ืŸ ืืœ ืคื ื™ื” ื•ื ืฉืง ืœื”.
ืฉืคืชื™ื” ื”ื™ื• ืจื›ื•ืช ื•ืฆืขื™ืจื•ืช ื•ืžืœืื•ืช ื›ืคื™ ืฉื“ืžื™ื™ืŸ ืœื•. ื›ืœ ื’ื•ืคื” ืฉืœ ื˜ื˜ื™ืื ื” ื”ื—ืœ ืœืจืขื•ื“ ื›ืฉื”ื—ื–ื™ืจื” ืœื• ื ืฉื™ืงื” ื›ื” ืžืขื•ื“ื ืช, ื›ื” ืžืฉืชื•ืงืงืช, ื›ื” ื›ืžื”ื”, ืขื“ ื›ื™ ืืœื›ืกื ื“ืจ ืคืœื˜, ืฉืœื ื‘ืžืชื›ื•ื•ืŸ, ื’ื ื™ื—ื” ืงื˜ื ื”. ื”ื•ื ื”ื™ื” ืžืกื•ื—ืจืจ ืžื™ื“ื™ื” ื”ืžืฆืžื™ื“ื•ืช ืืช ืจืืฉื• ืืœ ืจืืฉื” ื•ืื™ื ืŸ ืžืจืคื•ืช. "ื”ื•, ืืœื•ื”ื™ื…" ืœื—ืฉ ืืœ ืฉืคืชื•ืชื™ื” ื”ืคืฉื•ืงื•ืช.
๐Ÿ“š
*ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื”, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ˜˜ ืืฉืœื™ ื’'ื™ื™ื“ / The Devil ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š Butterflies swarm in my belly when he closes the distance between us. Iโ€™m almost positive he only meant to give me a chaste kiss, but what happens when his lips meet mine is nothing short of electric. And I know he feels it too because he makes a noise deep in his throat as he coaxes me to open my mouth wider, teasing me the way a snake would its prey. Slowly and methodically.
The moment our tongues touch, the kiss turns fervent and reckless. I can feel his erection straining in his pants, desperate to be free as he explores every inch of my mouth and I do the same to him, unable to get enough. ๐Ÿ“š
*ืœื ืงื™ื™ื ื‘ืขื‘ืจื™ืช. ืœืกืคืจื™ื ืžืชื•ืจื’ืžื™ื ืฉืœ ื”ืกื•ืคืจืช, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ˜˜ ื”ื•ื / ืืœ ืงื ื“ื™ & ืกืจื™ื ื” ื‘ื•ืืŸ ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š ื’'ื™ื™ืžื™ ืžื ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™.
ื’'ื™ื™ืžื™ ืžื ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™.
ื’'ื™ื™ืžื™ ืžื ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™.
ืœื. ืœื ืžืฉื ื” ื›ืžื” ืคืขืžื™ื ื”ืจืฆืชื™ ืืช ื–ื” ื‘ืจืืฉื™, ื–ื” ืขื“ื™ื™ืŸ ืœื ื”ื™ื” ืžื•ื‘ืŸ ื‘ืขื™ื ื™ื™. ื”ื“ื—ื™ืคื•ืช ืฉืœ ืคื™ื•? ืœื ืžื•ื‘ื ืช. ื”ืœื™ืงื•ืง ื”ืžื”ื™ืจ ื•ื”ืžืคืชื™ืข ืฉืœ ืœืฉื•ื ื• ืืช ืฉืคืชื™ ื”ืชื—ืชื•ื ื”? ืœื ืžื•ื‘ืŸ.
ืื‘ืœ, ืœืขื–ืื–ืœ, ืจืฆื™ืชื™ ืืช ื–ื”.
ื’ืฉื ื–ืจื ืžื”ื’ื’ื•ืŸ ื•ื ื–ืœ ื™ืฉื™ืจื•ืช ืขืœ ืจืืฉื™ื ื•, ื›ืฉืฉืคืชื™ื• ืฉืœ ื”ื—ื‘ืจ ื”ื›ื™ ื˜ื•ื‘ ืฉืœื™ ื ืฆืžื“ื• ืืœ ืฉืคืชื™ื™. ื˜ืขืžืชื™ ืืช ื”ื’ืฉื, ื˜ืขืžืชื™ ื‘ื™ืจื”, ื˜ืขืžืชื™ ืžืฉื”ื• ืžืžื›ืจ ื•ื’ื‘ืจื™. ืฉืคืชื™ื• ื ืขื• ืขืœ ืฉืคืชื™ื™, ืฉื•ื‘ ื•ืฉื•ื‘. ื•ื›ืฉืคื™ืฉืงืชื™ ืื•ืชืŸ ืžืขื˜ ื›ื“ื™ ืœืงื—ืช ืฉืื™ืคื” ื ืจืขื“ืช, ื”ื•ื ื ื™ืฆืœ ืืช ื”ื”ื–ื“ืžื ื•ืช ื•ื”ื—ืœื™ืง ืืช ืœืฉื•ื ื• ืคื ื™ืžื”. ๐Ÿ“š
*ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื”, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ˜˜ ืคื ืœื•ืคื” ื“ืื’ืœืืก / Credence ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š I start to move my mouth and kiss him back, slipping my tongue past his lips little by little, moaning and tasting him until I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ll ever get enough.
His mouth eats me up, moving over me, kissing the corners of my mouth and nibbling the flesh of my bottom lip, and I put my hand on his at my stomach and guide him down, pushing him to the V between my legs. ๐Ÿ“š
*ืœื ืงื™ื™ื ื‘ืขื‘ืจื™ืช. ืœืกืคืจื™ื ืžืชื•ืจื’ืžื™ื ืฉืœ ื”ืกื•ืคืจืช, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ˜˜ ืžื›ืชื‘ ืื”ื‘ื” ืœื•ื•ื™ืกืงื™ / ืงื ื“ื™ ืกื˜ื™ื™ื ืจ ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š ื”ื•ื ืงื™ืจื‘ ืื•ืชื™ ืืœื™ื• ืœืคื ื™ ืฉื‘ื›ืœืœ ื”ื‘ื ืชื™ ืžื” ืงื•ืจื”, ื•ืฉืคืชื™ื• ื ื’ืขื• ื‘ืฉืคืชื™ื™. ื”ืขื•ืœื ืฉืœื™ ื”ืชื”ืคืš, ื•ื”ืคืš ืื•ืชื™ ืื™ืชื•.
ื’'ื™ื™ืžื™ ืขืฆืจ ืืช ื ืฉื™ืžืชื• ื‘ื ืฉื™ืงื”, ื•ืœืจื’ืข ื’ื ืื ื™ ืœื ื ืฉืžืชื™. ืื‘ืœ ื›ืฉื”ืชืจื•ืžืžืชื™ ืขืœ ืงืฆื•ืช ืืฆื‘ืขื•ืชื™ื™, ืœื—ืฆืชื™ ืืช ืฉืคืชื™ื™ ื—ื–ืง ื™ื•ืชืจ ืœืขื•ืžืชื• ื•ืื’ืจื•ืคื™ื™ ื ืื—ื–ื• ื‘ื‘ื“ ื—ื•ืœืฆืชื• ื›ื“ื™ ืœืžืฉื•ืš ืื•ืชื• ืงืจื•ื‘ ื™ื•ืชืจ ืืœื™ื™, ืฉื ื™ื ื• ื ืฉืคื ื• ื™ื—ื“. ื ืฉื™ืžื•ืชื™ื ื• ื”ืกืชื—ืจืจื• ืกื‘ื™ื‘ื ื• ื›ืฉื’'ื™ื™ืžื™ ืฉืื‘ ื‘ืขื“ื™ื ื•ืช ืืช ืฉืคืชื™ ื”ืชื—ืชื•ื ื” ื‘ื™ืŸ ืฉื™ื ื™ื•, ื•ืฉื—ืจืจ ืื•ืชื” ื‘ื’ื ื™ื—ื”, ื•ืฉื•ื‘ ื ื™ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™, ื•ื”ืคืขื ื”ื—ื“ื™ืจ ืืช ืœืฉื•ื ื• ื‘ื—ื™ืคื•ืฉ ืื—ืจ ืฉืœื™.
ื”ื™ื™ืชื™ ืžืกื•ื—ืจืจืช, ืฉื™ื›ื•ืจื” ืœืžื—ืฆื”, ืขืœ ืกืฃ ืฉื›ืจื•ืช ื•ื•ื™ืกืงื™ ืงืฉื”. ื›ืœ ื›ืš ื”ืจื‘ื” ืคืขืžื™ื ื—ืœืžืชื™ ืœื”ืชื ืฉืง ืขื ื’'ื™ื™ืžื™, ืื‘ืœ ืฉื•ื ื“ื‘ืจ ืœื ื”ืชืงืจื‘ ืœืชื—ื•ืฉื” ื”ืืžื™ืชื™ืช – ื™ื“ื™ื• ืขืœื™ื™, ื—ื–ืงื•ืช ื›ืœ ื›ืš, ืคื™ื• ืžื™ื•ืžืŸ ื•ืฉื˜ื•ืฃ ืชืฉื•ืงื”. ืจื’ืœื™ื™ ื”ื—ืœื• ืœืจืขื•ื“ ื•ื”ื•ื ื”ืจื’ื™ืฉ ืืช ื–ื”, ื•ื ื˜ืœ ืžืžื ื™ ืืช ืžืฉืงืœื™ ืืœ ื–ืจื•ืขื•ืชื™ื•, ื•ื”ืžืฉื™ืš ืœื ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™ ื›ืื™ืœื• ื—ื™ื›ื” ืœื”ื–ื“ืžื ื•ืช ื–ื• ื›ืœ ื—ื™ื™ื•.
๐Ÿ“š
*ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื”, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ˜˜ ืงืืช'ืจื™ืŸ ืงืจื•ืคื™ืœื“: ืฆื™ื™ื“ืช 1 – ืฆื™ื™ื“ืช ื”ืœื™ืœื” / ื’'ืื ื™ืŸ ืคืจื•ืกื˜ ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š "ื ืฉืง ืื•ืชื™."
ื”ืžื™ืœื™ื ื ืคืœื˜ื• ืžืคื™ ื‘ืœื™ ืžื—ืฉื‘ื”, ื•ื”ื‘ื ืชื™ ืฉื‘ืกืชืจ ืœื‘ื™ ืจืฆื™ืชื™ ืœื•ืžืจ ืื•ืชืŸ ืžื–ืžืŸ. ื‘ื•ื ื– ืจื›ืŸ ืืœื™ื™, ื•ืฉืคืชื™ื• ืกื’ืจื• ืขืœ ืฉืคืชื™ื™ ื‘ืจื›ื•ืช. ื‘ืขื“ื™ื ื•ืช. ืžืืคืฉืจ ืœื™ ืœืฉื ื•ืช ื‘ื›ืœ ืจื’ืข ืืช ื“ืขืชื™ ื•ืœื”ื“ื•ืฃ ืื•ืชื• ืžืขืœื™ื™; ืื‘ืœ ืœื ืขืฉื™ืชื™ ื–ืืช. ื›ืจื›ืชื™ ืืช ื–ืจื•ืขื•ืชื™ื™ ืกื‘ื™ื‘ ืฆื•ื•ืืจื• ื•ืงื™ืจื‘ืชื™ ืื•ืชื• ืืœื™ื™.
ื”ื•ื ื”ื—ืœื™ืง ืืช ืœืฉื•ื ื• ืขืœ ืฉืคืชื™ื™, ืขื“ ืฉืคืชื—ืชื™ ืืช ืคื™. ืœืฉื•ื ื• ื ื’ืขื” ืœืจื’ืข ื‘ืฉืคืชื™ื™ ื•ืื– ื ืกื•ื’ื”, ื›ืžืชื’ืจื”, ื—ื–ืจื” ืืœ ืคื™ื•. ืขื•ื“ ื ื’ื™ืขื” ืžืจืคืจืคืช ืขืœ ืคื™, ื•ืื– ืฉื•ื‘, ื•ืฉื•ื‘. ื”ื•ื ืคื™ืชื” ืื•ืชื™, ืฉื›ื ืข ืื•ืชื™ ื‘ืขื“ื™ื ื•ืช. ืœื‘ืกื•ืฃ ื”ื—ืœืงืชื™ ืืช ืœืฉื•ื ื™ ืืœ ืชื•ืš ืคื™ื•, ื•ื”ืจื’ืฉืชื™ ื‘ื—ื•ืฉื ื™ื•ืช ื”ืžื“ื”ื™ืžื” ืฉืœื• ื›ืฉื”ื•ื ืžืฆืฅ ืื•ืชื”.
ื’ื ื—ืชื™, ื‘ืœื™ ืฉืื•ื›ืœ ืœืฉืœื•ื˜ ื‘ื›ืš. ื—ื™ื›ื•ืš ืฉื™ื ื™ื• ื”ื—ื•ืชื›ื•ืช ื”ื™ื” ืืžื•ืจ ืœื”ืคืจื™ืข ืœื™, ืื‘ืœ ืœื ื›ืš ื”ื™ื”.
๐Ÿ“š
*ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื”, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ˜˜ ืงืจื™ืืŸ ืงื•ืœ / Torn ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š Dropping my hand, he grabs the back of my neck, yanking my mouth back to his hungrily, and I clutch his arm to keep from falling backward onto my ass. His lips are warm and demanding, his tongue pushing past my teeth, coaxing my mouth open. My heartbeats turn into soaring butterflies. Nothing has ever felt like this. He steals my breath, making me dizzy as his mouth claims mine, his fingers tightening at the back of my neck. I tilt my head slightly to deepen the kiss, and a low, guttural growl sounds in his throat, turning my sweet butterflies into fireflies and sparking heat from my tummy to my thighs. ๐Ÿ“š
*ืœื ืงื™ื™ื ื‘ืขื‘ืจื™ืช. ืœืกืคืจื™ื ืžืชื•ืจื’ืžื™ื ืฉืœ ื”ืกื•ืคืจืช, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

๐Ÿ˜˜ ืžืจื•ืฉืข / ืœื™ื”ื™ ืฉืŸ ๐Ÿ˜˜
๐Ÿ“š "ื”ื•ื ืกื•ื‘ื‘ ืื•ืชื™ ืœืขื‘ืจื•, ื•ืœืคื ื™ ืฉื”ืกืคืงืชื™ ืœื•ืžืจ ื“ื‘ืจึพืžื” โ€” ื›ืœ ื“ื‘ืจ ืฉื”ื•ื โ€” ืคื™ื• ืชืงืฃ ืืช ืคื™. ื›ืœ ืกืคืง ืฉื”ื™ื” ืœื™ ืื™ึพืคืขื ื”ืชืื“ื” ื‘ืื—ืช. ื”ืœืฉื•ืŸ ืฉืœื• ืคื™ืฉืงื” ืืช ืฉืคืชื™, ื•ื”ืคืขื ืชื‘ืขื”, ืœื ื‘ื™ืงืฉื”. ื–ื›ืจืชื™ ืื™ืš ืœื ื”ืจืฉื™ืชื™ ืœื–ื” ืœืงืจื•ืช ื‘ืคืขื ื”ืจืืฉื•ื ื” ืฉื”ืชื ืฉืงื ื•. ืขื›ืฉื™ื• ืœื ื”ื™ื” ืฉื•ื ืžื—ืกื•ื. ืœื ื”ื™ื” ืฉื•ื ื“ื™ืŸ. ืฉื•ื ื”ื•ื˜ื”ื•ืœืก ื•ืฉื•ื ื˜ื•ื“ื•ืก ืกื ื˜ื•ืก. ืจืง ืฉื ื™ ืื ืฉื™ื ื‘ื•ื’ืจื™ื ืจืขื‘ื™ื, ืคืจืื™ื™ื, ืฉืจืฆื• ืœืงืจื•ืข ื–ื” ืืช ื–ื” ืœื’ื–ืจื™ื. ืจืฆื™ืชื™ ืœื”ืชืžื•ืกืก ืœืชื•ื›ื• ื•ืœื ืœืฆืืช ืœืขื•ืœื. ื–ื” ื”ื™ื” ืžื˜ื•ืจืฃ. ืื‘ืœ ืขื“ ื›ื“ื™ ื›ืš ื”ืฉืชื•ืงืงืชื™ ืœื’ื‘ืจ ื”ื–ื”.
ื”ืคื” ืฉืœื• ื”ื™ื” ื—ื, ื”ื ืฉื™ืงื” ืฉืœื• ืœื•ื”ื˜ืช ื•ื’ืกื”. ื›ืื™ืœื• ื”ื•ื ืžื ืกื” ืœืžื—ื•ืง ื›ืœ ืขืงื‘ื•ืช ืฉืœ ื’ื‘ืจ ืื—ืจ ืฉืื™ึพืคืขื ื˜ืขื ืื•ืชื™ โ€” ืงืฆื‘ ื‘ืœืชื™ ืกื“ื™ืจ ื’ืจื ืœืœื‘ ืฉืœื™ ืœื”ื—ืกื™ืจ ืคืขื™ืžื•ืช. ื”ื™ื™ืชื™ ื›ืœ ื›ืš ืžื’ื•ืจื” ืฉื—ืฉื‘ืชื™ ืฉืืžื•ืช ืžืžืฉ ืฉื ื‘ื™ืŸ ื–ืจื•ืขื•ืชื™ื• ืื ื”ื•ื ืœื ื™ืคืฉื™ื˜ ืื•ืชื™ ื‘ืจื’ืข ื–ื”. ๐Ÿ“š
*ืœืจื›ื™ืฉื”, ืœื—ืฆื• ื›ืืŸ.

ืื™ื–ื” ื ืฉื™ืงื•ืช ืกืคืจื•ืชื™ื•ืช ืœืขื•ืœื ืœื ืชืฉื›ื—ื•? ืฉืชืคื• ืื•ืชื ื•… ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹
ื•ืืœ ืชืฉื›ื—ื• ืœืชืช ื ืฉื™ืงื” ืขื ืงื™ืช ืœืžื™ ืฉืืชื ืื•ื”ื‘ื™ื! (ืืคืฉืจ ื’ื ื‘ืื•ื•ื™ืจ. ื‘ื›ืœ ื–ืืช… ืงื•ืจื•ื ื”) ๐Ÿ˜‚

โ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ

ืœื”ืžืœืฆื•ืช ื ื•ืกืคื•ืช, ืขืงื‘ื• ืื—ืจื™ื ื• ื‘ืื™ื ืกื˜ื’ืจื:
๐Ÿ˜˜
BookNof
https://www.instagram.com/booknof/

๐Ÿ˜˜ The Romantic Blogger
https://www.instagram.com/the_romantic_blogger/

๐Ÿ˜˜ ืœืคืจื•ืคื™ืœ ืฉืœื™ ื‘ื’ื•ื“ืจื™ื“ืก: https://bit.ly/3acMRMP

National kissing day, 6.7 ๐Ÿ’‹ ื™ื•ื ื”ื ืฉื™ืงื•ืช ื”ื‘ื™ื ืœืื•ืžื™, 6.7 ๐Ÿ’‹

:ืงื˜ื’ื•ืจื™ื•ืชAudio, BookNof, Dark, Erotic Novel, Romantic comedy, Romantic Novel, Slow-burn, Suspense, Taboo, ืื•ืคืœ, ื˜ืื‘ื•, ื›ืœืœื™, ืžืฉื•ืœืฉ ืจื•ืžื ื˜ื™, ืžืชื—, ืกืคืจื•ืช ืžืชื•ืจื’ืžืช, ืกืคืจื™ื ื‘ืื ื’ืœื™ืช, ืงื•ืžื“ื™ื” ืจื•ืžื ื˜ื™ืช, ืจื•ืžืŸ ืื™ืจื•ื˜ื™, ืจื•ืžืŸ ื‘ื™ืŸ ื’ื‘ืจื™ื - MM, ืจื•ืžืŸ ื”ืกื˜ื•ืจื™, ืจื•ืžืŸ ืกืคื•ืจื˜, ืจื•ืžืŸ ืฆื‘ืื™, ืจื•ืžืŸ ืจื•ืžื ื˜ื™

ืœื”ืฉืื™ืจ ืชื’ื•ื‘ื”

ื”ื–ื™ื ื• ืืช ืคืจื˜ื™ื›ื ื‘ื˜ื•ืคืก, ืื• ืœื—ืฆื• ืขืœ ืื—ื“ ืžื”ืื™ื™ืงื•ื ื™ื ื›ื“ื™ ืœื”ืฉืชืžืฉ ื‘ื—ืฉื‘ื•ืŸ ืงื™ื™ื:

ื”ืœื•ื’ื• ืฉืœ WordPress.com

ืืชื” ืžื’ื™ื‘ ื‘ืืžืฆืขื•ืช ื—ืฉื‘ื•ืŸ WordPress.com ืฉืœืš. ืœืฆืืช ืžื”ืžืขืจื›ืช /  ืœืฉื ื•ืช )

ืชืžื•ื ืช ื’ื•ื’ืœ

ืืชื” ืžื’ื™ื‘ ื‘ืืžืฆืขื•ืช ื—ืฉื‘ื•ืŸ Google ืฉืœืš. ืœืฆืืช ืžื”ืžืขืจื›ืช /  ืœืฉื ื•ืช )

ืชืžื•ื ืช Twitter

ืืชื” ืžื’ื™ื‘ ื‘ืืžืฆืขื•ืช ื—ืฉื‘ื•ืŸ Twitter ืฉืœืš. ืœืฆืืช ืžื”ืžืขืจื›ืช /  ืœืฉื ื•ืช )

ืชืžื•ื ืช Facebook

ืืชื” ืžื’ื™ื‘ ื‘ืืžืฆืขื•ืช ื—ืฉื‘ื•ืŸ Facebook ืฉืœืš. ืœืฆืืช ืžื”ืžืขืจื›ืช /  ืœืฉื ื•ืช )

ืžืชื—ื‘ืจ ืœ-%s