3 Kisses Novels & Stories

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

She had planted kisses on every inch of her date's face and when it was counted, they were numbered thirty-six. I also exclaimed as it was the highest. However when she got to Kaden, she burst out laughing and I looked at what I had done properly. Kaden's whole face was covered in gloss and lip stains. There was barely space, everything was intertwined and she couldn't even count because I had practically kissed his whole face.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier. “It’s not something like that,” he corrected her immediately before she could think of a deeper meaning of the kiss. “He’s just thankful, and he paid back through a kiss.” “People don’t do that when they’re thankful. It occurs to people who are close to each other. But when it’s about Yric, I think he likes you.” She even pointed her finger and drew a heart shape in the air that only annoyed him more. “Do you know that you’re not helping?”

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

It isn't like the kiss we had in the break room; this time it is full of emotions of love. As we kiss, it is like a rush of emotions. Relief, joy, and the happiness of being close again fill me up. Every kiss feels like a fresh start, wiping away the silence and bringing us back together. At that moment, it is just us, forgetting everything else. The kisses speak of saying sorry without words and a strong desire to make things right. The kiss is like a story filled with love, regrets, and the promise of better times.

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

he asked, obviously confused since he couldn’t read my mind during English. “For helping me face the shit I just want to avoid,” I couldn’t look him in the eyes. He put a finger under my chin, and raised my face so he could look into my eyes. “Anytime,” he said, and kissed me. It wasn’t a brush, or a passionate one, but a simple kiss. It was the third kiss he’d given me, and I felt myself becoming addicted to them. They were way better than Simon’s kisses were, and definitely better than George Harman’s stolen kiss from eighth grade.

Their first kiss in three years was explosive—at least for Kris. As soon as his lips touched hers, sensations he’d only ever experienced with her surged through every pore of his body. If only it had lasted a while longer. But it didn’t. Just a few seconds later, Thalassa pushed against him with all her might, and when he stumbled back, her palm connected with his cheek in a fierce slap. “Don’t you ever do that again. Ever again,” she spat, fury blazing in her eyes.