Ben Kiss Gwen Novels & Stories

I left her lips to trail kisses down her neck and the top of her chest before crashing back onto her mouth. Everything else vanished—the research, the school, the pack. I pulled back just long enough to lock eyes with her, and then I was back, claiming her again. We both knew exactly where this was heading. I stripped off my shirt, feeling the bite of the air against my skin, but I was too hot to care. Gwen’s eyes trailed over my chest, her hands moving to rub my abs before reaching down to unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly. I moved to help her with hers, and within seconds, we were bare to the world. I leaned in to kiss her again as I slid inside her. She let out a slow, hitching moan, her

Gwen stood beside me, biting her lip nervously. “Tada,” she said softly, spreading her arms. “Movie night. Just us.” I stared at the scene, my chest tightening with emotion. After the stress of the meeting, the paranoia about the cameras, and the weight of everything I still needed to tell her… this simple, thoughtful gesture completely undid me. “Gwen…” I whispered, voice thick. I slowly pulled her into my arms, cupping her face with both hands before leaning down to kiss her. The kiss was deep, slow, and full of everything I felt, gratitude, relief, affection, and the growing love that kept surprising me.

There was no way Gwen would take care of it for me, and I definitely didn't want her to realize I had started falling for her cousin. Just as I was about to take a cold shower to calm myself down, I looked up and saw Gwen stepping out of the bathroom. She was dressed completely differently from usual, wearing a black camisole that clung to her figure. I swallowed hard without realizing it. "Gwen, what are you—" Before I could finish, she stepped forward, wrapped her arms around me, and pressed her lips to mine. At the same time, she took my hand and guided it along her soft body.

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.

"Aviana has told me everything. How Richard was killed, when he was killed, and who's held responsible for his death. She told me everything." "Good. That will save us time." "I will be right back." Ariana excused herself. "Oh! Here's a drink for me. Thanks. You can leave now." He signaled to the waiter that had brought him a bottle of drink. "Mason, we need your help. Do you by chance know this girl, Ken?" "Ken. Yes, I know her. Thank you once again." The waiter brought in another drink for him. He opened it without any hesitation and drank half of the drink before turning to look at us again. "Ken used to be Richi's girlfriend."

Matt said to Aaron in his office after a just concluded fruitful signed contract. “My girlfriend? My girlfriend at your cousin’s school? I don’t understand you honestly.” Aaron said as he seemed confused. “When I was in the school premises, I was trying to wait for my cousin to be done with classes so I was just hanging around the school premises and then I saw her, she was walking alone towards the school gate, I didn’t recognize her at first but I later got to recollect that she was the one you kissed at the party, according to what the students in the school were saying, apparently she is your girlfriend and y’all are in a relationship.” Matt said calmly to Aaron.

No, I can't give up Amelia. I arrive at Marissa's workplace, and at this hour, they are about to close. It's six o'clock. But to my surprise, the door is closed but not locked. Where did she go home? So, who is here? I push the door gently and enter. I don't see anyone! But strange noises catch my attention: like moans... What? Who could be making love here? I move forward again and... I freeze in the middle of the path as my eyes fall on something unusual: my best friend and... my fiancée, kissing each other. I am so stunned that no sound comes out of my mouth. Instead, my mouth is wide open in astonishment. I continue to watch, unable to believe it. I hear their conversation:

“Do it properly, or tomorrow your father wakes to find the debt unpaid.” Her throat tightened. Rage surged in her veins, but so did desperation. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her face again. This time, her lips brushed his, soft, fleeting, but real. A kiss. The world seemed to stop. Heat shot through her veins, uninvited, unwanted. For a moment, she felt the strength in his stillness, the danger coiled beneath his restraint. His lips didn’t move against hers, but his hand tightened on her wrist, steadying her as if she might break.

"You like that, baby," "Yes, yes, yes, fuck!" Gwen cried while gripping the sheets tightly and shutting her eyes tightly and she didn't know when Seth went in for a kiss till his lips were on hers and she didn't hesitate for a moment to reciprocate the kiss with the same vapor and same amount of lust and affection. "Fuck fuck fuck!!" Gwen strained her voice and her eyes rolled to the back of her head when Seth attacked her neck and designed it more with his marks and then her tits.

Cedric Gwen swallowed. “I like you too,” she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Something warm and careful bloomed in my chest. I lifted both hands and gently cradled her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks. Then I leaned in and kissed her. This kiss was different from every one that had come before. It was slow. Deep. Full of everything I hadn’t known how to say until now. Gwen kissed me back just as softly, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt. We stayed like that for a long time, mouths moving together, breathing each other in.