All My Kisses For You Book Novels & Stories

His breathing was hard. My hand ran up his chest to his shoulder then snaked its way behind his neck. I rose to the balls of my feet and pressed the length of my body into his. I did not need to urge him any further as he quickly leaned down and our lips met. I heard a thud of his phone dropping to the carpeted floor before I felt his hands reach my bottom and eased me up. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist as my other hand cupped the side of his face. I deepened the kiss. I opened my mouth a little wider and devoured him with passionate, feeding kisses. I kissed him as if I wanted to eat him up, run my mouth all over him and find my release.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

“You almost took me out there.” She blinked, then let out a faint breath, crouching as well to gather the rest. “Sorry. I didn’t see you.” “That much is obvious,” I said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. I picked up another book, my eyes catching on the pastel-colored cover. I turned it so I could read the title. “‘Kisses in the Rain,’” I read aloud, raising a brow. “So, you have a killer taste. Romcoms, huh?”

“Not as obligations. Or someone else living in someone skin, Not as contracts, or as people forced together by circumstances and enemies.” My heart was pounding now. “No lies,” he said starring into my eyes, like he was trying to read it, No secrets. No ghosts standing between us. No one to fight. No one to prove anything to.” His voice softened. “Just us.” The room went very still. I didn’t let him finish anything else. I leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was certain. I poured every yes, every forgiveness, every hope I still had into that kiss. My hands slid into his hair, and he inhaled sharply against my mouth like he’d been holding his breath for a

He is the only man who has stolen my heart. As he kisses me, I feel my body melt into his, our lips moving in perfect sync. His touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can’t help but moan with pleasure. He kisses my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone, and I feel like I’m on fire. Every kiss, every touch is like a spark igniting a flame within me. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, and he deepens the kiss. I feel like I’m drowning in his love, and I don’t want to be saved. He is the only one who makes me feel this way, the only one who can make me feel so alive. As we kiss, I know I will never let him go again. I will fight for our love, no matter what. He is mine, and I am his. W

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

He had come back earlier than promised, and the relief of seeing him overwhelmed me. I dropped everything, my bag, my purse, my phone, the flimsy veneer of my composure, and ran to him. My arms wrapped around his rigid form, pulling him into a desperate, clinging embrace. His expensive suit jacket felt like a shield, unyielding beneath my touch. My lips found his, a frantic seeking, a desperate plea. I kissed him like my life depended on it, pouring every ounce of my overwhelming relief, my missed longing, my sudden, chilling dread into that single, open-mouthed kiss.

Klarisse looked rabid with anger, she hissed on her ear "Have you forgotten the debts he left for me to pay? His properties were not enough! I was left to work my ass off just to survive because of those debts! I have to give up my comfort to pay for all of those things! Your father left me with nothing but trash like you!" she hissed in gritted teeth. "And you will render your services for us, until your life is exhausted! You will not leave my house!!"

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.