A Silent Voice Kiss Novels & Stories

Her proximity felt oddly comforting, and I couldn't help but bask in it. She lay on top of me, kissing me hungrily and I kissed her back with the same fire and vigour that she gave. We were locked in the middle of a passionate kiss when a voice cut through the night like a hot knife through butter. We stopped instantly and she got off me. The moment was instantly replaced by a tense moment of silence.

Or a volcano that had been asleep for a millennium had abruptly erupted. Spencer immediately took over the controls and pressed me onto the bed. His kisses were fierce, deep, and passionate. I could barely hold on. I felt as if I was about to shatter into a million pieces. "Kay," he moaned over and over again, not pausing to rest even once. Then at the final moment, his kisses turned gentle. "Bite down on me if it hurts." I closed my eyes and hummed softly in answer. My nails scratched across his back, and my teeth sank into his shoulder.

It’s the choice to act despite it. Her throat tightened. She hated the way his words sank into her, hated the strange warmth beneath the danger of his voice. She looked down at her plate, refusing to meet his gaze again. The silence stretched until Dante spoke again, softer this time. “Do you know why I demanded the kiss?” Her head jerked up. “To humiliate me.”

Instead, I reached out to wipe away her fresh tears, but she froze at my touch. *** Elena - POV "Elena," his husky voice uttered my name, enchanting me. Silas slowly stroked my cheeks as I leaned in. I kissed his soft lips, tasting the hint of whisky. Our lips brushed with hunger, the scent of Silas engulfing my senses, his kiss enveloping me in the warmth I craved the most. I had never experienced such an intense kiss in my life. Silas broke away to gauge my reaction, but I pulled him in again, our lips desperate for each other. Each stroke of his lips ignited the heat within my body.

His lips brushing against my ear Our hearts beat as one I smile as tears of joy escape my eyes "Roman," I whisper. Love in my voice. "I love you too." Roman's lips meet mine. Soft and gentle. Our kiss sends shivers down my spine. Time stands still. The world fades leaving only us lost in our love. Roman's lips devour mine. Passion explodes between us. Our confession ignites an uncontrollable fire within us. We stumble to the ground together. Hands roaming, clothes shed Skin to skin. Our bodies entwined. Roman's touch sends shivers down my spine.

he murmured, his voice low and filled with an emotion he couldn’t name. She silenced him with a kiss, her lips pressing against his with a hunger that mirrored his own. It was as though the walls they had both built around their hearts had crumbled, leaving only the raw, unfiltered need to be close. Hugo responded in kind, his hands sliding down to her hips, pulling her against him as the kiss deepened.

Everything around me felt fake, too loud, too bright. I kissed her anyway. Just because I could. Just because it was easier than thinking. The room erupted again, someone whistling as the brunette deepened the kiss. Her lips were soft. Her tongue tasted like vodka and lime. And still—nothing. No spark. No burn. Just silence inside my head. I pulled back first, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Excuse me,” I murmured. “Already?” she pouted. “Where are you going?”

The kiss was chaste, a gentle melding of lips that carried no urgency, only a silent promise. Lucienne moaned, her lips opening slightly. My cock harden, making my jeans tight. The moan nearly made me come in my pants. That was enough of an invitation for me to deepen the kiss—our tongues sparring. When I finally withdrew, my forehead rested lightly against hers, my breath mingling in the shared silence. I closed my eyes to focus on reducing my arousal. Lucienne's eyes fluttered open, her lips tingling from the ghost of my touch, and for a moment, all the chaos and uncertainty in her world faded away.

I whispered in a velvety voice: "I heard you loud and clear." He cursed under his breath with zero patience. His voice came out like a muffled hiss: "Fuck." He grabbed me by the back of my neck with a possessive grip. My aching chest slammed against his hard, polished torso. I felt the hardness of his body trapping my softness. Our lips crashed together with a passion that burned our breath away. He was sucking on my lips hungrily as if he were drinking life itself from me. He groaned deeply, the sound echoing in my chest every time he changed the angle of the kiss. His pace was so fast and crazy that I struggled to keep up. I started to lose my connection to the ground.

His voice, suddenly husky. “I love you Lani, I hope you can reciprocate this feeling of mine someday,” saying this, his lips met mine and he took my lips in a slow and passionate kiss, pouring out his unsaid emotions and intentions towards me. I melted in his arms, my hands curled around his neck. His tongue toured my mouth, like an over-enthusiastic tourist. "Close your eyes, Melinda," Sienna's hushed voice sounded. I tumbled down from Malcolm's body and hit the ground with a loud thud.