A Kiss Beneath The Lies Novels & Stories

“A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “That’s twisted.” “Maybe,” he said smoothly. “But every night, when your lips touch mine, I know what you’re hiding—fear, anger, curiosity. One day…” He let the pause drag, savoring it. “…desire.” Heat shot through her, unwanted and infuriating. She stabbed her fork into the lamb too hard, nearly splitting the porcelain beneath it. “You’re delusional.” He leaned closer, invading her space, his cologne wrapping around her like smoke. “No. I’m patient.”

About how tired he was of pretending. I told him I didn’t want to be anyone’s escape. I wanted to be chosen. He whispered, “Then I choose you. Every version of you. Every flaw. Every fear.” We became inseparable. Our first kiss was under the rain, not the gentle kind that drizzles no, it was the heavy, all consuming kind. The kind that baptized you into something new. I laughed as I slipped in the mud. He caught me. And kissed me. Slow. Intense. Final. Like he had been holding his breath until that moment.

“I never laid a hand on you. I never lied about who I was. And I admit I lied about Clarissa being just an old friend, but you have to understand, I was caught off-guard tonight. I haven’t seen her in over ten years so I didn’t know how to tell you. To be honest, I didn’t even think it mattered.” My stomach twisted, and I scoffed. “You didn’t—” “Will you let me finish?” He cut in. “I didn’t think it mattered before, but now, seeing you react this way, you can’t even begin to understand how sorry I am that I lied to you.” He paused, eyes darting to my lips. “And I’m sorry about the initial reason behind the kiss. I needed something to ground me and ended up using you in the process. But I’m n

A flash of disgust crossed his eyes, though he quickly masked it and replied with feigned patience, "It must've been tiring for you, honey. You should let the housekeeper handle the chores from now on." "You're my wife, after all. I should be spoiling you, not having you do all that manual labor," he added. Then, Reynold released me and headed to his study, claiming he had unfinished work. He didn't return to our bedroom until late that night. I lay with my back to him, pretending to be asleep. After he fell into a deep sleep, I saw his phone screen lighting up with a new message. I reached over and picked it up. I picked it up and saw a message on his Instagram, a pinned contact with no nam

No All lies Deep down, I knew why I wanted to kiss him. Despite my denials, the truth was that my heart longed for him. I had begun to fall for the one person I should never have. Each day and night, I had dreamed of stabbing him in the heart and holding his cold body in my hands. But I couldn’t admit that. So, I simply said, “Because I choose to.” He scoffed, his gaze piercing deep into my eyes, and then he said, “Since you want to lie, then allow me to return the kiss just because I choose to.” Before I could react, he crashed his lips onto mine.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Freya made a scowl. "Ma'am, I would rather not make assumptions here?" Larissa commenced." If Darien is truly dating Jeri, as you claim, he would not have allowed her to overwork herself by working a part-time job. I mean, Darien is a billionaire's son, and I do not see why he should let the woman he loves suffer. A woman with a child. This is unclear. In my humble opinion, I believe you should conduct a thorough investigation because you may mistake her for the lady you truly want to punish, rather than punishing an innocent woman.”

“I love you. I’m all right. I’m going to be fine.” “Promise me.” I feel my heart beginning to crack around the lie burrowing itself deep in my chest. I kiss him again, hard, pulling him into me until there’s no space left between us. The kiss is wet and hot–edging on desperate–as he nudges my legs apart and wastes no time at all sinking his cock deep into my core.

he replied, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. As Vivian contemplated her decision, Leslie leaned in slightly, his eyes locked onto hers. "But before i go," he whispered, "may I have a kiss? A single moment to seal our connection, to give us something to hold onto while we navigate this uncertainty." Vivian hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. With a nod, she leaned in, her lips meeting Leslie's in a gentle yet passionate kiss. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, and they shared an intimate connection that transcended words.

His voice is deep and raspy, the kind of voice one wants to hear all the time. “Just thinking if this is real or a dream,” she admits. Nathan kisses her deeply. Their lips are puckering in sync, slowly tasting each other. Halsey tries to be a little bolder and uses her tongue to mesh with his. Nathan smiles against their lips and takes charge of the kiss, diving into her mouth. He gently lets go of her lips and starts to kiss her jawline. Halsey lays back, letting him have his way. His kisses trail down to her breasts to her abdomen until he reaches between her legs. He parts her legs wide apart, exposing her clit to him.