Batman Kissing Novels & Stories

He did not even have to force her. Against her better judgment, Kara puckered her lips, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to his thin firm lips. Then she drew back. “Was that even a kiss, Ms. Baxter?” He taunted her. “Is that how you kiss your boyfriend?” Kara’s head turns to mush. She nodded without thinking. Nico wet his lips. His tongue darted to lick the spot where her lips touched. Kara's breath caught in her throat. She did not realize that the act could be so sexy. Suddenly, her throat had gone dry.

I lean into Braxton, my voice a honeyed whisper meant for the cameras. "Smile, my dear," I coo, my lips painted with a seductive allure. "We want the world to see just how in love we are." Braxton’s detachment remains intact, his gaze distant, his expression impassive. But I’m not one to be deterred. I place a manicured hand on his cheek and, before he can react, press my lips forcefully against his. The cameras click and flash, capturing the moment with a voracious hunger for scandal. The kiss has left Braxton with little choice but to respond in kind. He kisses me back, a perfunctory gesture that betrays none of the passion I’m hoping to convey.

I inquired, seeking her permission to delve deeper into her thoughts. Athena nodded, her gaze meeting mine. Closing my eyes, I focused on the warmth of Athena's presence. The room seemed to soften, the edges of my anger blurring as I traced the delicate lines of her face with my fingertips. The moonlight cast a gentle glow, creating a serene atmosphere that contrasted starkly with the tumultuous emotions within. "Can I please kiss you?" I asked, my voice soft and vulnerable. "I just want your taste on my lips. No one else's."

All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses. Dean's hands flew all over me, touching me in places I hadn't been touched in quite a while. I felt the lust coursing through his body as he tugged at my shirt, and I wanted more. I wanted it so badly that I found myself jumping up and wrapping my legs around him before he even had the chance to remove my shirt. His hands grabbed me around the waist and held me up as we passionately kissed each other. My fingers went to the bottom of his ripped t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

"You smell so fucking good, Rain." I try to pull myself away now that I can still think for myself. He bend's his head and kisses my neck. I find myself moving my neck to give him access. Gosh, I'm so weak. "Please," Xavier whispers as his trails kisses from my neck to my lips. He kisses me and I kiss him back. The bat falls out of my hand as Xavier lifts me and I cross my hands on his neck. He deepens the kiss and I moan into his lips.

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

The three of them connected by phone, no words now, just the sound of breathing and the city waking up around them in the way it woke up every morning, indifferent to everything happening on this particular street. "We go in," Elena said. "We go in," Alexander said. They moved toward the door together. Elena's hand found Alexander's in the dark space between one step and the next. Not strategy. Not performance. Just her hand finding his because it had started to understand where it belonged. He held it for exactly two seconds. Then they reached the door. Alexander looked at her one final time. She nodded. He knocked. Three times. Deliberate. Unhurried.

The way he touched Norio was everything masculine, and made me think of Colt. But that could never happen between us, as there was zero desire from both ends. So when I had to force him off myself, pushing him away and hitting his chest, I was not acting anymore. It was all real. Dean’s kiss was the most disgusting thing I’d ever have to endure. Even the teen boys I had made out with in the past kissed better. The monster! My struggle excited him, and he ended up licking off all the elixir from my lips.