A Kiss Beneath The Lies Novels & Stories

He had come back earlier than promised, and the relief of seeing him overwhelmed me. I dropped everything, my bag, my purse, my phone, the flimsy veneer of my composure, and ran to him. My arms wrapped around his rigid form, pulling him into a desperate, clinging embrace. His expensive suit jacket felt like a shield, unyielding beneath my touch. My lips found his, a frantic seeking, a desperate plea. I kissed him like my life depended on it, pouring every ounce of my overwhelming relief, my missed longing, my sudden, chilling dread into that single, open-mouthed kiss.

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

He then moved his lips towards her ear as his whispers echoed their unspoken promises. Ameera responded with a pull of his collar, enticing him to come closer. Their lips met once again, this time the kiss deepened and was filled with an unspoken passion. It was slow and rhythmic, an exploration of feelings that were pushed aside during their daily lives. The intensity of the kiss left them breathless, eliciting soft gasps as they sought air.

He whispered as he lowered his lips toward mine. It was a slow kiss at first. The kind you kind of long for after being a part for a long time. But then they got more desperate as his hands combed through my hair. We wanted more. We needed more. But more wasn’t an option. It never had been. Not for us, and not for the life we lived. “Will,” I whispered when my desire for more was starting to win. “Hm?” He kissed my neck as he knew that was my weak spot.

She motioned for him to vacate the table. "Allow you to kiss me again? No Tiny, it's not happening." "Huh? God, you think I want—yuck!" "Is that why you stalked me all the way here wearing seductive boots?" "Why would I go through that stress? The last time I did, your breath stink like rotten cabbages." She lied. His breath was a mixture of a fruity scent and mint while his lips tasted like an expensive addictive fine wine when she kissed him. "Are you sure?" He asked calmly, his eyes settling on her lips.

I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides. He broke from the kiss. “Would you mind if I stay the night? I think there might be a spider in my room.” I laughed. “That’s the oldest trick in the book.” He kept up his poker face. “No, I’m serious. I saw seven, maybe eight legs dart under my bed. It’ll keep me up all night.” I smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “Careful,” I said, our lips still touching. “I might keep you up all night instead.”

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he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.

, She asks in a weeping voice. He doesn't give any further answer but he leans towards her face and presses his lips on hers and tells her that he promises her. Both of their eyes would close on their own. In this kiss both of them pouring all their love for each other. He pulls her a little closer to himself and, to deepen the kiss, he tilts her a little. She is also giving a full response. The kiss shows that how much they still yearn for each other. Gradually, his longing to have her starts increasing. He wants to have her right now but doesn't say anything due to his injured condition. After 5 minutes, they break the kiss due to shortness of breath.

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.