3 Kisses Novels & Stories

She lets out a small laugh and playfully punches my chest. “This is the last kiss you’re ever going to receive from me.” She sticks her tongue out and turns to walk away, but I grab her gently by her hand, bringing her close to me again. “Oh, so that means I can’t kiss you like this again?” I mumble as I kiss her for the third time. Kissing her three times in less than ten minutes is basically something I could’ve never dreamt of.

She’s dressed in an absolute weapon of a black skirt and a simple red shirt, her dark hair falling all over her back in wild curls, hands clasped together but still shaking. “You know you can quit staring at me like I’m a fucking soap opera.” I narrowed my eyes at her, my fingers twitching against the small tablet attached to my chair. She dared to be nervous? As if she isn’t the one who’d turned my life into a fucking spectacle for a bunch of women I didn’t know to kiss away at. In a matter of seconds, she’d turned me into a side-show attraction for every crazy fan of mine in all of Vegas, and apparently, a couple of women flew in this morning to get a chance to kiss me in the spirit of Va

"Kiss me, please." They give sly smiles. “Damon, our kitten wants a kiss. '' Says in a very sexy tone. I sigh for it. “Let's show him a triple kiss, brother. What do you think? Triple, what is it? “I agree, brother. "What's a triple kiss?" '' I ask really without understanding. The two looked at each other and got better on the couch. “We'll show you. Lucifer gets up and stands in front of me, he kneels in front of me.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

She had never thought words like that could make her hot and wet so quick. Francis leaned down and claimed her lips instantly earning a moan from her. Her brains literally went off from his sensational touch and heart melting kisses. She loved his kisses although they literally made her loose her sanity. He shoved his tongue into her mouth which she gladly accepted, she wrapped her arms around his neck wanting to taste him more and better.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

" She blushed as I slid the ring to her fingers and I pulled in for a long kiss. The children erupted into cheers, their voices blending into a chorus of joy and excitement. Mireya covered her mouth with her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at me with love and gratitude. I stood up, pulling her into my arms, holding her close as the children danced around us, their laughter filling the air. "I love you, Kuschelbär, for eternity." I pecked her lips thrice making her smile against mine. I clasped her hands with mine that were on my chest. "I have been meaning to ask you something." She squinted her eyes at me as I raised my eyebrows smiling down at her. "What is it, baby?"

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.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

He sank into my neck. Pressing my thighs together, I allowed myself to thaw a little in his warmth. “About those revenge kisses. You can get them from me anytime you want. Twenty-four are still left,” he whispered in my ears, sending goosebumps all over my body. He slid his palm over my palm that was pressed against the door. “Is it ok for friends to kiss?” I asked. “It’s completely fine for a husband and wife who are friends to revenge kiss.” “Are you flirting with me right now?” I asked, peering at the door in front of me.