3 Kisses Novels & Stories

“I don't usually kiss people like that who I'm angry with.” Gabe’s lips curled up into an unforgettable smile. He managed a laugh before fixing me with his gaze again. “I love you,” he said, reaching out and brushing a strand of hair from my face. My heart lifted as he spoke the words. And without any thought at all, I repeated them back. “I love you, too.” Gabe leaned in and kissed me a third time. He lifted me a few inches from the floor, spinning me around. When he set me down, he took a step back and looked at the empty table where Cora and I had eaten dinner.

he said as he unbuckled his seatbelt. He moved swiftly, straddling the space between the driver's seat and mine. Before I could protest, his lips were already on mine. His kiss was not gentle; it was a fierce attack, full of hunger and a claim of ownership. I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me again. His strong masculine scent triggered those forbidden memories to return. "I know you can't react to Vivian, Dewangga. Your body can't lie. So, let me satisfy you, as I should," he whispered between ragged breaths.

I wanted to push him away but instead, I felt his hands holding my hands tightly not letting go. And after some seconds, I began to respond to his kisses. I have got to admit it, I have missed his lips so much. His lips are like heaven, there are so good. I could remember the last time kissed me. The kisses of thre Three years ago was the kiss i would never forget. An embarrassing kiss with him. His lips were still as yummy and soft as before. Even though, he kissed me out of surprise three years ago, he still has a kiss of a god. So soft.

The soft kiss then escalated fast to becoming a hot deep kiss. 'What am I doing with a woman I've only known for three days?!'

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

It lands on his thigh. Solid. Real. Too real. Theo goes still. “What now?” he mutters, low and dangerous. My throat tightens. My voice barely survives the climb out of it. “Three,” I whisper. His brow flickers. “Three?” he repeats. I nod once, even though my entire body feels like it’s splitting apart. “I need three kisses,” I say, faster now, like if I slow down I’ll die of embarrassment. “I can’t sleep otherwise. You know that. I need three. Please.”

“I want you to understand… I am not patient. Not when it comes to you.” She turned to face him, lips slightly parted, and Kyrian pressed a measured, teasing kiss to hers. It was quick, precise, yet it left a trail of fire across her skin. Three Alphas, three kisses, three different kinds of desire, all pulling her into a heady mix of temptation and teasing restraint.

He can only kiss me if I failed to meet Condition # 1. "Yes, I did" "And it was not written in the contract" I remind him. He shrugs his shoulder and slides his hands into the pocket of his jeans. I waited for him to say something but he just look at me as if he didn't do anything wrong. Should I stab his neck? My hands are itching to kill him right now. "What I just claim is my third kiss. Have you forgotten that you need to give me three kisses every day and I just got one for today"

“From here. You know how it is, right? A kiss on the cheek is a faggot thing. If I were you, I'd enjoy it too.” I return to the dance floor, moving sensuously between two guys I've never seen in my life, but who are running their hands over my ass. As I roll over, I pull the guy in front of me into a kiss and the one behind us, engages, slipping into the kiss in a mess of tongues. Finally, I'm invited to a threesome. I refuse, because everything has a limit, and I've just found mine.

I whisper softly, heart fluttering nervously in my chest, “that I already feel like I love you three?” Theo groans deeply beneath me, hands gripping my waist tightly, his hips shifting instinctively. “Now I really do want to fuck you,” he murmurs roughly, pressing a slow, heated kiss to my lips. When he pulls back, his gaze is deep, serious. “No, Harper. It’s not crazy at all.” Warmth spreads through my chest, relief mingling with newfound confidence. Theo kisses me again, deeper this time, his lips possessive and tender, filling me with reassurance.