Batman Kissing Superman Novels & Stories

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

“Well, we are in the month of love. I pitch that we do a campaign in that spirit….a kissing booth if you’d call it. We could bank on the fact that the CEO is the most eligible bachelor in all of Vegas right now by telling the world they have a chance to get a kiss from him. It’s a perfect choice because he already has so much female support. If this works, we could get public favor again!” For a moment, everyone is silent, probably thinking about my idea. From the way they’re smiling, I think they’d go along with it, until the tyrant in his high chair taps once against the floor, and Mr. Richards, with a shocked look, steps forward with one word. “No.”

His kiss left me light-headed and needy for more. Suddenly his lips left mine and began to work their way down the side of my neck. I moaned softly, tilting my head to the side, allowing him better access to the sensitive flesh. My fingers fisted the material, longing to feel the heat of his bare skin against mine. My hands moved to the front of his shirt, quickly undoing the buttons, one by one then pushed the material aside giving my hands access to the hard lines of muscle underneath. Once his mouth reached my shoulder, he lifted his head to look up and into my eyes. Lowering my head, I lightly kissed him. “You definitely do look like Superman now.” I pushed back admiring his thick chest

They kissed as if they were lovers who had been separated by time itself, as if they had always been meant to find each other, against all odds. The kiss lingered, soft and slow, as if time itself had paused just for them. Alaric's hand gently cupped Amaris's cheek, his touch warm and comforting, while her fingers threaded into his hair, keeping him close. Their breaths mingled in a quiet, shared moment that felt both intimate and profound.

He leaned forward slowly brushing his lips over hers, Elana moved her lips gently against his and he wrapped his free arm around her waist pulling her even tighter against him. Her hand went up to cup his cheek, the other went behind his neck pulling him further against her lips, deepening the kiss, they kissed hungrily, tongues tangling with each other. Barton grabbed hold of her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked hard as he moved one of his hands up and down her bare spine.

She made to kneel but Colton stopped her, his head shaking as his eyes closed. “I’m so fucking close. Just…” His hand had balled into a fist above her head, his eyes struggling to open, to take her in. “Fuck, Kate,” he groaned. “Kiss me… fuck, please.” Her lips hit his, the feeling of the cool barbell massaging her tongue making her moan. She felt the jolt of his hips thrusting forward, the warm liquid seeping through her fingers. She slowed her pace but kept stroking him for a few seconds until he let out a contented exhale. His forehead stayed on hers, his mouth hovering dangerously close. She wanted to kiss him. Her body screamed for her to, but Paloma’s sweet voice rang through the still

The two embraced tightly, finding solace in their shared grief. ( Adams and Clara walking down the road in a discussion ) “From the very moment I laid eyes on you, I sensed an extraordinary aura surrounding you. Even as a human, you exhibited bravery and fearlessness, standing up for the weak and possessing a kind heart. It didn't take long for me to fall deeply in love with you,” Adams confessed, causing Clara to blush. “Clara Damian, I love you with all my heart, and now I am certain that you are my mate,” he declared, gently brushing away strands of hair from her face before sealing his words with a deep, passionate kiss.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It should,” she said. “Because now the story makes sense.” There again… “story”. I’m really starting to dislike that word. Like my life had somehow turned into something people could pick apart and explain like it belonged to them. I ended the call after a bit and lowered my phone slowly, then looked at Damon. “Well,” I said, “I guess this just got more complicated.” “If anything,” he said, “it got easier.” I frowned. “Easier?” “You have a reason now,” he replied. “People won’t question the kiss as much.”

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.

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'