Asta And Noelle Kiss Novels & Stories

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

I am too young that time. I closed my eyes tightly when I suddenly step forward towards Mr. Woods and kiss him. It was just a fast and a swift kiss. I immediately step back and stared at him. He is looking at me eyes widened. His lips parted while staring at me. "Goodnight, I will get inside already. Bye." I uttered nervously and left him there. What the hell did you do, Kellah Fazandra?????

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

601 days left, but tonight, time was ours to burn. Bringing my lips inches from his, I lick his bottom lip. Daring to taste myself, I began to kiss him slowly. Exploring every inch of his mouth. His groan vibrated against my lips, a rumble of surrender. I broke the kiss, breathless, my world reduced to the drumbeat of his heart. Our scars flared briefly, twin embers in the moonlight, as if the crossroads themselves held their breath. Trailing my fingernails down his chest, I whisper, "My turn! I think it's time we discuss exactly what you've been hiding from me in these jeans."

The atmosphere inside the car instantly turned icy. She turned away again, presenting me with the back of her head and making it clear she had no intention of continuing the conversation. After a while, I took the initiative to break the silence: “What’s the name of this marriage candidate? I should at least know who my future husband is. “If he’s some eighty-year-old grandfather, I’ll need to stock up on heart medication in advance.” Her eyes remained closed. She didn’t even bother looking at me. “Julian Cooper. About your age.”

"I wasn't the one that kissed a total stranger who by the way is the youngest billionaire in the country to make her ex feel jealous." "Kathy-" I groaned. She raised her hands in surrender. "But for real, Zora, are you crazy? I mean, you kissed Elliot Garrett." She screamed and I rolled my eyes. "Elliot Garrett, Zora." "Yeah, I got that." I winced, as I unlocked my phone and saw the calls I missed from Aaron, my brother. "But I didn't know who he was. Plus, how the hell did the media get there that second? I wanted to apologize but then-"

"I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them." "Ma'am, actors kiss all the time. There would be no sentiments attached. All you have to do is shut your eyes, tilt your head to a comfortable side, part your lips and brush your lips against his. " The photographer painted a vivid picture, obviously upset by the attitude I displayed. Felix looked at me for my consent. I reminded myself that all the kisses I ever gave to Clyde were fake and I reminded myself why I accepted to marry Felix. I then pulled close to Felix and did as the photog

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

He puts his hands around my waist and pulls me closer. I open my mouth a little and let his tongue explore my mouth. The kiss starts soft but becomes more heated quickly. I put one hand in his hair and grab it to pull him even closer. One of his hands goes over my belly under my shirt. Wherever he touches me I get goosebumps. He pulls back a bit gasping and asks, ''Is this okay Noelle?'' I know he is referring to the attack but honestly, I don't give a shit right now.