A Silent Voice Kiss Novels & Stories

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

When had she not? “Tess!” His mouth rocked back over hers in another soul-shaking kiss. It went on and on and she lost all touch with reality. She could feel only his body beneath hers. She could taste only his mouth. She could smell only his scent. She could hear nothing but their joined heartbeats and a ringing in her ears. He groaned, breaking his mouth away from hers. It was the sound of a man facing Purdah when Heaven had been within his grasp.

he asked softly. I could feel his breaths on my cheeks. His manly scent made me even more speechless. A gleam in his eyes took all my words I wanted to let out. The way he looked at me seized all my strength to decline it. The next thing I knew was I closed my eyes before his lips touched mine. My heart beats crazily. I felt a burning sensation inside my heart when I felt his soft lips gently snapped on mine. "Silence means yes," he said after he broke that kiss.

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

He stared at me for what felt like forever, the engine’s soft hum and the distant chirping of crickets being the only sounds breaking the silence surrounding us. The dashboard lights gave a subtle blue glow to his face, accentuating the sharpness of his jaw and the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks when he blinked. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I... can I kiss you?" he asked, the words hesitant, tinged with such vulnerability it made my heart ache. "Just one last time. Who knows how long it’ll be until we get another chance."

A low moan vibrated in my throat, swallowed by his kiss. He made a sound against my lips—a rough, hungry growl. He walked me backward, his body pressing me against the cold wall next to the window. The impact knocked another gasp from me. He used it, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, tasting me, claiming that too. He tasted like mint and cold resolve, a flavor that was uniquely, devastatingly Silas.

Her skin was soft, so soft, it made my heart ache. “What are you doing?” she asked, voice barely muttering under her breath. “I don’t know,” I replied. And then I kissed her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t sweet or slow. It was a kiss that spoke of months of silence, unspoken feelings, buried memories, and undeniable instinct. Her lips parted beneath mine, and she kissed me back. My arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her body against mine as if she was the only thing grounding me to this earth. She moaned softly, her hands pressing against my chest, gripping my shirt.

I bite my lip to stop the tremor in my voice. His gaze deepens. He leans in so that the heat of his breath fans my cheek. I smell pine and earth, secrets hidden beneath layers of forest. His voice is a rumble against my skin. “Kiss me.” The single demand sends a ripple through the hall. Silence follows, absolute and breathless. Faces swim around me: shocked, intrigued, eager. A hush so thick I can taste it on my tongue. “Kiss me.” His words echo again, this time soft but urgent, and final.

Instead, we continued basking in the silence that was gripping us in the throat. It was too quiet, and I hated it because the voices in my head became so loud, drowning out my thoughts. Right now, there was only one thing I could think of that could silence those voices, and I didn’t want to think; I just did. I raised my head up, meeting his eyes, and I did what I have always wanted to do. I kissed his lips, a rather chaste one, with our lips just brushing, but the contact was enough to silence those voices in my head.

he whispered. The movie faded into background noise. He leaned down slowly, giving me time to meet him halfway. Our lips brushed once, soft and tentative, then again, deeper. The kiss was gentle at first. It was slow, sweet, and full of quiet affection. His hand cupped the back of my head, fingers threading gently through my hair. I sighed into his mouth, melting against him.