Black Rose (Rose Kisses #1)

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Isaline Winter

I wanted to die. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I wanted to melt into the goddamn floor and forget that this ever happened.

"Jesus, I'm so sorry," Lucien blabbed. "I should've knocked before I came. I didn't even think about it, oh my God, I am so sorry—"

"It's fine," I interrupted. "This is your room anyway."

"But you're naked," he blurted. He looked utterly adorable, standing there with his wide eyes and flushed cheeks. He was like a child who'd gotten caught with their hands in the cookie jar. It stirred something inside of me and I found myself oozing confidence I didn't even know I had.

I wondered if he was as innocent as he looked.

"You're observant," I teased. "Does it bother you? My being naked?"

I stepped towards him and he stiffened, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulped nervously. He was such a nervous little wreck that I almost felt bad for messing with him the way that I was. But I couldn't help myself; he was just too damn irresistible.

"Do you like what you see, Lucien?" I whispered, blinking up at him innocently. Jesus Christ, what the hell was I doing?

He nodded quickly in response and flitted his eyes around the room, trying to avoid resting his gaze on any part of me for too long. But I wanted him to look at me. I wanted to drink me in like the sweetest ambrosia, let it intoxicate him and fall into me with reckless abandon.

I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him in this very moment.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked.

His eyes bulged from his head, "What?"

"Can I kiss you?" I repeated, giggling at his innocence. If he was truly as pure as he seemed, I was going to enjoy corrupting him. I would turn him out in the most delicious way possible and taint his being with all kinds of sin.

"Sure," he responded shakily. I laughed a bit and stepped even closer, my breasts brushing against him gently. I could practically smell the arousal on him, a heady concoction that had my chest rumbling with pleasure. Even if he'd been too shy to admit, he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. Maybe even more.

"I'm going to kiss you now, okay?" I whispered. "Are you okay with that?"

He nodded and licked his lips in anticipation. I cupped his cheeks in my hand and grazed his bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. It was soft and plush and inviting. Leaning in until the tips of our noses touched, I looked deep into his darkening eyes before finally connecting our lips together in a kiss.

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Lucien de Luca

Her lips were soft as they met mine in a gentle kiss. She didn't make a move to go any further and simply rested her lips against mine, as if she was afraid to move. Or maybe she was waiting for me to move. Whatever the reason was, I savored the proximity and the feel of her body pressed up against mine.

I felt her begin to pull away and panicked, grasping her hips firmly on instinct. I wasn't really thinking at this point but I knew that if I didn't act fast, the moment would die and I would lose my chance.

Swiping my tongue across her bottom lip, I took her moment of surprise to slip inside and deepen the kiss. I barely concealed a groan as Isaline snaked her hands around my neck and drew me in closer. She tasted sweet, like honeysuckle or an ambrosia of some sort. It set my blood on fire and had me practically itching for more as I dug my hands into her hips.

Just standing there wasn't enough for me and I could tell that it wasn't enough for her either. We wanted more than what we were giving each other. We needed more. Any kind of doubt or self-consciousness that I had experienced had flown out of the window and was replaced with an intensely wild craving of flesh. I wanted her under me, panting and writhing with pleasure—pleasure that I was responsible for. Hell, I even wanted her on top of me. I wanted her in all ways, shapes and forms and I was dying to know if she felt the same.

I drew away from her and mentally grinned at her whine of protest, "If we don't stop now, I won't be able to stop later."

"I don't care," she said. "I just want you."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked her. "I need to know before it's too late."

As much as I wanted her, I was willing to wait for her if that was what she needed. I wasn't going to force into something that she wasn't ready for and didn't want to be in in the first place. I'd grown to care for Isaline deeply and the last thing that I wanted to do was make her regret something that I wanted but she hadn't been ready to commit to.

"I want this," she said. "I want you."

"Are you sure?" I repeated. I was shaking with lust and excitement but my concern for her allowed me to contain myself for the time being. When she gave the say so, there was no turning back for me.

"Yes, I'm sure," she panted. "Now please, just take me."

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Rip Your Shirt by Ida Laurberg

Y'all...I don't know HOW the hell I'm gonna write this next scene but this is all y'all bout to get until I figure it out

I've had this chapter typed up since I published the last one but I literally could not figure out what to do lmaoooo

I'm working on the good stuff, don't trip y'all
I gotchu hehe

With love,
Laleh