Almost Kisses Novels & Stories

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

But for now, she was trapped in his embrace, forced to endure the kiss that felt like a brand of ownership. Despite her initial resistance, Isabella's body eventually gave in to the kiss. Her lips softened, and she felt a spark of unwanted attraction. She tried to push the feeling away, but it only seemed to grow stronger. Collins' arms wrapped around her like a vice, holding her close as he deepened the kiss. Isabella felt trapped, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She didn't want to want him, but her body seemed to have other plans.

Amara The campus is quiet and solemn by the time Kell and I get there. While we wait, we take a seat at a nearby bench and wait for Azazel, who’s running late. I guess we can’t complain, considering we made him wait earlier. We don’t mind the wait, though. We simply sit comfortably in each other’s arms and kiss. His lips feel so soft and pliant against mine. Wrapping my arms around him, I nip at his bottom lip, then soothe it with my tongue as Kell groans and pulls me closer to deepen the kiss.

everything around me disappears. Slowly, his soft, full lips brush against mine. His playful tongue pushes its way in and kisses me. His kiss tastes like infinity, like chocolate, like cloudy skies that the sun dispels with its light... like glory and eternal life. I am dismayed, but I don't reject him. I let myself be carried away by that wonderful feeling. His soft, slippery hand caresses my thigh as he kisses me, slowly moving up, almost reaching my underwear, when loud knocks hit the door.

“Look at me.” He closed the distance. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t anything like the soft, angelic healing Lila had performed earlier—no careful pressure, no soothing whispers. This was jagged, desperate, tasting faintly of the coffee he’d been drinking all day and the sharp, metallic tang of everything we still hadn’t said out loud. It was the kiss of two people who knew they were sinking fast and decided, fuck it, let’s drag each other all the way to the bottom.

I just wanted to think of my drink, the soft taste, and nothing but the taste, no her, no him. Focusing on the taste, it was apple-flavored with a hint of mango. It reminded me of her lips, even if it had no mango. Those lips, I had yet to get the full version of that kiss. It was more of a six-second peck, enough to memorize the feeling of her lips on mine and the slight taste of apple. Definitely her lip gloss, but still… she owed me a kiss, just one kiss. Would that be too hard to ask? Has he kissed her before? Was it accidentally or intentionally? Did she enjoy it? Was he any good?

She leaned in, her lips quivering as she waited for his kiss. Henry didn't disappoint. His lips met hers, soft and tender as he moved in closer. Gina sighed, her body melting against his as the kiss deepened. His tongue explored her mouth as his hands moved up and down her back, pulling her even closer. Henry's lips were soft and gentle as they moved over hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Gina felt her heart flutter as his tongue explored her mouth.

Waiting for an answer. Or a kiss.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.