Angels Kiss On Forehead Novels & Stories

“We still have three minutes, right? Kiss me to heaven.” We only stared at each other for a moment. After a few seconds, I became embarrassed and thought he would reject me. I cursed myself for being so stupid for acting like a desperate girl. But when I averted my gaze from his face, he grabbed my chin and crashed his lips to me. I was so shocked that I did not have a chance to close my eyes. “You must know,” he growled to my lips, “making a request with an angel is the same as making a deal with a demon. There’s no way out.”

his mouth found mine again. Harder this time. Hungrier. Whatever thought I'd been about to have disappeared. His hands framed my face as though I were something precious, even while his kiss carried that possessiveness I'd come to crave. “Angel…” “Tell me to stop.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “No.” His forehead rested against mine. “Good.” The kiss deepened. Everything about the darkness made the moment more intense. I couldn't see him, so every touch became amplified. His fingers threading through mine. His lips traveling across my skin. The warmth of his body against mine.

Only he stops before I get there. “Please.” I whimper to him and his eyebrows shoot up slightly before his thumb runs over my lips. I'm embarrassed with how quickly I am to beg for my release like a common whore. My body flushes and I feel disgust beginning to blossom but before it can spread Kendrick speaks. “Anything for you Angel.” His velvet voice wraps around me before he presses his lips to mine again. This time there is more fire behind it and I feel his tip push on my core. He breaks off the kiss and his forehead rests on mine. His breath ragged I feel him slowly enter me and I squeeze my eyes shut biting my lip. The fear of the pain I endured grips me as the memories fracture the wa

completely pure. They have never experienced intimate physical contact with a human, let alone a sinful, lust-driven Reaper. I pout my lips, blowing a soft breath against his holy, glowing iris. "Fly me to my dorm. Otherwise...I'm going to kiss you." The entire massive structure of the Throne Angel violently shudders in the sky. If he had a physical human body, he would be hyperventilating. "…You! You wouldn't dare!" "Oh, sweetie, I absolutely dare," I whisper, leaning in until my lips are just a millimeter away from the glowing surface of his eye. "You really don't want to lose your centuries of holy purity to a freshman, do you?"

Their eyes met. Violet to silver. Their lips touched. Angel kissed him first. Gentle. Deep. Healing. And Tony kissed him back like he was afraid it was the last time. But Angel responded like he knew it wouldn't be. **

“How do you feel, my angel? I brought something for you to eat. You need to nourish yourself, take your medication, and just relax.” The sight of him, so caring and attentive, made my heart flutter. I couldn’t help but stretch out my arms and hug him tightly. Momentarily startled, he stiffened but then melted into my embrace, wrapping his arms around me in return. When I finally released him, we locked eyes, and in that gaze, I could feel the depth of his love. He leaned in and pressed a tender, lingering kiss on my forehead, and I closed my eyes, savoring the moment that felt like a balm to my soul.

ANGELA'S POV :- Butterflies were flying hard in my stomach. On the top of that Noah started making circles with his thumb on my cheeks. Bolts of electricity passed down my spine. My knees started getting weak. I don't remember when I started kissing him back. After kissing for minutes Noah finally left me and rested his forehead over mine. We kept standing there, gasping for breath like both of us have run an olympic race. No thoughts came into my mind. My mind was like a blank paper. Only happiness for some unknown reason overtook me.

As expected, Angel is sitting by the window, her hair loose and damp, cascading around her shoulders; she smiles on seeing me. I climb up. She takes my hand as I step in. I capture her lips the moment I'm inside, our mouths crashing together with raw urgency. Her hands wrap around my neck as she pulls me closer. When we finally break apart, I whisper against her lips, “I’ll be back before you know it.” “Promise me,” she whispers breathlessly. “I promise,” I murmur, kissing her forehead. “Be a good girl, and don't let anyone touch what's mine.”

He turned, stepping close enough that his body blocked most of the hallway light, creating a small pocket of shadow just for us. Both hands came up to cup my face—gentle, thumbs stroking the apples of my cheeks in slow arcs that made my eyelids flutter. “Hey,” he murmured, voice pitched low so only I could hear. “Look at me, Angel.” I did. Those gray eyes were calm, warm, the storm in them quieted for now. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to mine for a heartbeat, then lower—lips brushing my forehead in a kiss so soft it felt like a secret.

Our breaths mixed, and I could tell that he felt my cheeks heating under his touch, a heat that only told me that my cheeks were now crimson red. “I really am curious how an angel, a pure angel, was born within the den of demons.” He whispered against my bottom lip. He didn’t connect his lips with mine, silently letting me know that I can pull away if I wanted to. It wasn’t until I pressed my lips with his that he smiled into the kiss, kissing me back almost instantly. The two of us pulled away a few seconds later and when he rested his forehead against mine, I smiled, wanting to look away from him. “I am an angel with broken wings.”