Broppy Kiss Novels & Stories

I offered her a reassuring smile. "This is a step in the right direction, we've made progress today." Roxy nodded, her gaze never wavering. Then, in a move that caught me completely off guard, she reached out and pulled me into a soft, gentle kiss. The moment our lips touched, a spark of electricity coursed through my entire being, igniting a fire that threatened to consume me. I knew Roxy felt it too, her response a subtle, yet unmistakable tremble. When she finally released me, I was left breathless, my senses reeling.

Brock said as he put his hand through my hair and crashed his lips to mine. Static sparked literally when our lips touched, and we both jumped a little before continuing with the kiss. I thought of pushing him away, but when I licked my lips, they tasted like strawberries, and his masculine scent of nature was intoxicating. So I grabbed his shirt in my hands and pulled Brock to me, my tongue diving into Brock's surprised mouth. We both moaned into the kiss that was deepening with each passing moment, and Brock cradled my head between his massive hands, circling my temples with his thumbs. I felt safe, and if I didn't have to go three more weeks without sex, I would probably jump him.

​“O...okay, but promise me that...” ​“Screw it,” I heard Draven say before he grabbed my cheeks and leaned into a rough kiss, covering my lips with his as he pressed my body against the wall. I grabbed his shirt and was about to pull away when he bit my bottom lip so hard I gasped in pain. Draven, being Draven, used this chance to slip his tongue inside and press his body against mine. I tried my best not to give in and break down on the floor.

she asks, squeezing my hand before taking a big bite of fluffy, pink cotton candy. A little piece gets stuck on the corner of her lip, and I pull her close, bending down to kiss it away. “How sweet you taste,” I murmur, taking her lips with mine and licking inside her mouth. She kisses me back, but then tilts her chin up, narrowing her eyes at me. I already know what her response is going to be. “It’s all you, babygirl. Not the candy. Just...you.” I kiss her again, because how can I not? She sighs into my mouth, relaxing against me and surrendering to this. To me. To us.

I flashed him a smile, blew him a kiss, and sashayed backstage. The rest of the day was a blur of runways and interviews. I didn’t even remember eating. What I did remember was the after party. “Audrina! You were awesome. You know that picture of you blowing that kiss has gone viral.” This came from my friend, Kira Barinova, a pretty, blond girl with killer blue eyes. I smiled at her as we slipped into the night club where the after party was being held. “I know.My phone hasn’t stopped vibrating. I had to turn my notifications off.”

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

"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.

She felt vulnerable yet safe, captured entirely by his warmth and strength. Slowly, he turned her to face him, their eyes meeting fiercely. His gaze was dark, intense, filled with passionate desire and quiet adoration. He slowly lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her softly at first, lips brushing gently together in a careful dance of restraint and longing. But the careful kisses quickly turned hungry, deeper, more desperate. His tongue traced her lips softly, asking silently for entrance, and Aurora opened willingly, breath hitching as he deepened the kiss with skilled, sensual strokes. Their mouths moved together perfectly, urgent yet unhurried, savoring each delicious moment.

“And that, along with several other things, doesn't quite fit in with the image.” “Image… I have no idea what you're talking about…” The last thing, the very last thing Alanis had expected at that precise moment in time, was Brody’s kiss. His head lowered in one heartbeat as he leaned over her and then his mouth was on hers, warm, persuasive, and unbearably sweet. She couldn't believe it for a second, her mouth stunned beneath his, and then as her heart began to pound wildly, Alanis was aware of the delicious sensations of touch and taste as he drew her close against him.

Lowering my head I covered her soft lips with mine. I didn’t rush it, nor did I allow the scent of her heat to goad me into pushing for more. Slowly, I moved my lips over hers, savoring her taste. She tasted of chocolate strawberries. Even with Leslie, our kissing had almost seemed rushed. I had loved Leslie and cherished every moment with her, but kissing Brook was different.