A Million Kisses In Your Lifetime Novels & Stories

Too many ghosts. Ethan paused, then leaned back down. He kissed me softly on the forehead. “I’ll be back before you count to ten.” “Ten!” I said immediately, grabbing his hand like a child refusing to be left behind. He laughed under his breath, then leaned in and kissed me again—this time on the lips. Not soft or quick. Not polite. It was deep, full, and fucking warm. The kind of kiss that left no room for doubt. The kind that melted away everything else for just a moment.

“Is that a yes? Would you go on this journey with me?” I opened my mouth to answer, but the words refused to come. Then he spoke again, softly, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Okay. You don’t have to say anything.” He smiled. “If your answer is yes, then you have to kiss me within ten seconds. If it’s no... then you don’t kiss me.” My eyes widened. What? Ten seconds… “Nine…” “Eight…” I stared at him. “Seven…” My heart squeezed. “Six…”

In my surprise, I felt her tongue poke my palm so I jerked my hand away with my eyes wide. "You're gross!" "Kissing is gross. You know why? Because it's an activity that transfers approximately eighty million bacteria for every ten seconds," Khloe pointed out, earning a roll of eyes from me. "However, I'm willing to get all bacteria I could have as long as I get to kiss your lips so it's not really gross. In fact, kissing you is the best bad decision I'm willing to take any time. So really, I really need to be naughty."

Ever. My heart melted when he finally kissed me back, painfully slow, as if he was trying to fight his own instincts and conceal his anger. An arm made its way to my neck, and I followed his movement, holding the back of his neck and savoring his lips. This felt so right. He was being so gentle and slow, as if he was trying to pour all of his hidden feelings into the kiss. I wanted it to last forever, but due to a lack of oxygen, I finally had to pull away.

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

- Yes, do you promise not to say anything? - I want my kiss first. She comes closer and I lean towards her, her chest touching mine, her nipples are hard. She presses against me. She makes me want her. I'm so hard underneath! I grab her in my arms and throw myself onto her lips. For years I've been waiting for this chance, to be able to kiss her. And since I have it, I don't want to waste time. Her soft body melts into mine! I caress her butt, pressing her against my very hard cock.

It was the most tender kiss they shared. “I love you Maya Asher.”

“Thank you. I love you, Mrs. Blue Sanford. You are mine for 100 million years and forever.” She giggled and nodded. “I am yours forever. I love you too, Mr Sanford.” With that, I claimed her lips in a very passionate kiss. This woman is my hope. I don't want this lifetime to end and if possible, I will have her again in another life and in the next life. THE END~

This is the dawn of a new day and the start of our new life together. Bastian squeezes my hand tighter in his and I can't stop smiling. My face already hurts from smiling so hard, but I know I won't be able to stop. I don't want to stop. I'm happier than I ever could have imagined. Bastian leans forward and kisses me again. This time it is just for the two of us, a sunrise kiss that promises a lifetime of joy. I kiss him back, knowing that we have a lifetime of sunrise kisses before us.

Without any hesitation, he brought his lips to mine. It was the most electrifying kiss of my entire life. The passion in that simple act was more intense than any I had ever experienced. It was genuine. It was real. It was exactly what I needed. His touch brought so much relief to the turmoil I had been fighting ever since I had left his house that morning. I breathed him in, not wanting to break the kiss. His cologne, his musk, everything was the same as I remembered and all of it felt like medicine for my wounds.