Bela Kiss 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.

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.

"But you won't. Because you love Marcus. Which makes this whole situation a special kind of torture." Bella stood abruptly. "I can't do this." "I know. That's why I'm telling you now, while nothing's happened yet. Before we cross a line we can't come back from." Liam stood too. "I'm giving you fair warning, Bella. I'm not as strong as Ethan or as controlled as Devon. If you keep looking at me the way you're looking at me right now, I'm going to kiss you." Her breath caught. "I'm not looking at you any way."

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.

Bella feels fireworks exploding all throughout her body at the first touch of his lips against hers. This was not her first kiss, but she was not experienced by any means. She had only ever been kissed twice before. Once by her lab partner Jimmy, when she was fourteen and again the day before they moved here by her best friend's older brother, Bowie.

A silent command to tell no one. His eyes flicked up to mine, glazed and heavy-lidded, and he nodded like a boy promising to keep a dangerous secret. The corner of his mouth lifted into a faint smirk, and before I could move my hand away, he caught my fingertip between his lips, kissing it once. The kiss lingered as if to seal the pact of what we had just done. We stayed that way, our chests rising and falling in sync, the air charged with silence. **Bella’s POV**

He asked, trying not to sound disrespectful but the annoyance in him grew slowly. Bella giggled, she let go of her leg, stood up and walked towards him, her sharp eyes not leaving her prey. With sexy eyes, she got close to him, sat on his desk, their eyes facing each other as she held onto his chin. "You are so handsome Dennis and a handsome man like you need a young beautiful lady like me, a lady who is ready to give you your wildest nasty desire" she whispered, her eyes not leaving him. Slowly, she went close to him to kiss him but Dennis was quick enough to shove his face away from her.

“I didn’t know we would spend that much time outside.” Bella shook the bag he passed to her in front of his face and said, “I’m glad you brought this.” Richard watched her for a moment before stepping in close. His gaze darkened as it strayed to her lips. They looked inviting and he couldn’t resist them. So, while Isla was not watching, he leaned in to kiss her lips gently as his hands slowly caressed her back. The kiss was soft and sensual just like how Bella liked it. “I will see you tomorrow?” he said, taking a step back. “Is that a date?” she asked.

He was closing in on behind her. Unsure of what he is going to do to her, she pull her hands away from her waist. Not wanting to let go, he tightened his grasp on her. She let out a gasp. This time he was not going to let her go. He is going to taste those pretty lips of hers. He flipped her head to him and took her lips. Bella's eyes widened as he kissed her. “Uggh.” His eyes close as he kisses her passionately. “Mmmmm.” Was his satisfied noise after he got done kissing her. “You’re the first woman I ever kiss. Remember that.”

she whispered softly, “I love you.” She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. Not a forceful kiss this time—Bella kissed him slowly, gently, filled with desire. Reno froze. His body burned. His breaths were heavy. The drug’s effect made it hard to control himself. Bella deepened the kiss, her hand brushing his shoulder, trailing to his jaw, then his nape. She pulled him closer, as if unwilling to let any distance remain. But in the midst of the confusing sensation—