“KISSING” in italiano

Nesta pulled away, whispering, “I love you,” and it was all Cassian needed before kissing her again, the force of it more powerful and enduring than the Cauldron itself.

”“Muchas gracias, dona Maria, I kiss your feet,” Ruego said, kissing her hand, and then added: “May I, with your very kind permission, now go to look after the work?

The kissing had been hot, and he about blew a load in his pants when—What was her name?

They were always kissing when they didn’t think Joy could see them.

In imagination she could see herself walking by the side of her duke to the throne of the king and there curtsying and having the honor of kissing the heavy ring on the finger of His Most Holy Majesty.

“The party already started,” he said, kissing her brow and stepping away.

”This was the male she’d taken to her bed, who’d left again last night without kissing her good-bye.

They were kissing.

Cassian didn’t think there was one to begin with, but Rhys had agreed, moving to kneel at Feyre’s side, wiping away the remnants of her tears, kissing her temple.

“And you’re mine,” he said, kissing her in turn.

She’d go mad if she didn’t, go mad if she couldn’t get these clothes off, go mad if he stopped kissing her—Nesta wedged her hand between their bodies, seeking him out.