A Kiss On The Lips Drink Novels & Stories

"Kiss or Kill! Kiss or Kill!" The stranger looked me over once, just once, but it felt like a challenge. And before he could reply, I stood up and smashed my lips to his, the act feeling both impulsive and drawn-out. It was a split-second act, a stupid one, but it felt longer than it meant to be. The bar howled, and I quickly pulled back, my heart racing wildly. His whiskey-infused taste still on my lips, leaving me completely bewildered and my heart pounding in my chest.

"Never mind, Ever. Do whatever makes you happy, she's a good person." I was going to ask him more questions, but she began strutting towards us. "Ah, I see you both are together." She said, standing next to Felix. "Yes," I responded, my eyes sparkling. "Congratulations to you both once again, I got you guys this drink and I want you to take it while the party goes on." She handed us a very expensive wine. "Is it alcoholic?" I immediately asked, tapping my fingers nervously. "Do you not take alcohol?" Gina asked with a chuckle.

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

He whispered the last part, rubbing the pad of his thumb against my lips. "I'm going to kiss you now," He said and before I could say no because I was planning to, I knew he wanted to drink me, but his lips already captured mine in a kiss that took my breath away, his kiss was gentle, passionate stealing my fear away and only to replace it with the desire to feel his lips on mine, his hand gripping me so tightly like he was afraid I'll disappear, my thoughts were clouded with nothing else but him and how good it felt to have him kiss me like this until he bit hard on my lips drawing out blood which he sucked we eagerly while moaning into my mouth.

Before I could collect my thoughts, he surged forward and claimed my lips. The kiss was hot, wet, and utterly consuming. His lips pressed against mine with a firm dominance that left no room for hesitation. I gasped in shock, and he took full advantage, his tongue slipping past my parted lips to explore my mouth with skill that made my head spin. The faint bitterness of alcohol mingled with his natural sweetness, creating an intoxicating blend that left me dizzy. Kyven completely dominated the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in a way that felt overwhelming yet thrilling. It was messy and unrestrained, his teeth grazing my lower lip as he deepened the kiss with an urgency that demanded my

I wanted to stare at him until I was tired of staring at him. “This…” he pointed to my lips. “This is what I want for my special day.” My jaw dropped to the ground. His words left me hanging. I was about to say something but he already took my lips. Tobias pinned me against the wall. My hands wrapped around his neck as he carried me and wrapped my legs around his waist. I just can't say no to his kiss, so I responded to him. His lips tasted so sweet, mixed with the vodka he's drinking earlier. It wasn't strong. I could say that his lips... It tastes so sweet that's enough to turn me on.

her eye flicks to my lips, which is saying otherwise. Closing the distance between us, “ Any business is business, personal or pleasure.” I claim her mouth in a fun kiss, with my hand wrapped around her neck, holding her in place. I bite, suck, and lick her lower lip; she tastes like the caramel latte she had. The sweet taste draws me in.

He chuckled playfully and rubbed my lips, no sounds are coming from my mouth except heavy sigh. He turned his head toward the table and bring the champagne to his mouth, he put it down and leaned in close to me. He smirked as our lips are close, enough to touch, he rubbed his lips again mine and without warning, he smashed his lips against mine. As we kissed he bites my lower lips for an opening, I let him and he opened his mouth full of champagne, letting me taste the alcohol in his mouth. It was euphoric and delicious, the light buzz on my throat makes me want more.

It had to be a dream. The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.