Catching Kisses の小説・ストーリー

I gasped. He didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, capturing my lips in a kiss that tasted of desperation and long-suppressed hunger. It started as a tentative probe, checking for my consent, but when I groaned into his mouth and pulled him closer, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened, becoming fierce and demanding. His hand slid from my face to the nape of my neck, tilting my head back to gain better access, while his other hand found my waist, hauling me flush against his chest.

he murmurs from his knees. I grin and reach for his soaked sweater. “Come here,” I whisper, pulling him closer to me, craving the taste of his lips against mine. The moment our mouths meet, it's like striking a match—everything ignites. His kiss is fierce, electric, and all-consuming. My hands move eagerly, tugging his sweater over his head, followed by his t-shirt, both landing forgotten as the warm spray of the shower rains over us.

Each kiss felt like a promise, a silent declaration of his feelings. Hailey's breath hitched, her fingers clenching the edge of the counter for support. Cassian's hands slid down to her hips, holding her firmly as his kisses became more intense, more insistent. Hailey's mind fogged with the overwhelming sensation, her body responding to his every touch.

So he did the only thing that came to him in that moment—he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. It was sudden, unexpected, and overwhelming. His lips were firm yet gentle, demanding yet tender. The kiss was an assertion, a way to remind her that she was still alive, still capable of feeling something other than fear. Esteria's initial shock melted into something warmer, deeper, as his kiss grew more insistent. Her hands, weak as they were, found their way to his shoulders, clutching at him as if he were her lifeline.

And then, without another word, he leaned down, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was fierce and consuming, a sudden storm that swept over her like a tidal wave. His lips crashed against hers with a fervor that made her heart race and her head spin. There was an intensity in his touch that was both thrilling and disorienting, igniting a fire deep within her. Calla's senses were overwhelmed as she felt the heat of his body pressed against hers, his hands gripping her waist with a possessiveness that sent shivers through her.

Kate gasped as he jerked her into his lap, trailing her gaze to his flaming eyes. Tangling his fingers into her hair, Colton brought her closer, his mouth crashing to hers with a fervent intensity. Salty tears stained his full lips and his heart pounded vociferously beneath her clammy palms. Attempting to break away, Colton refused, his grip firm, his kiss urgent and needing.

As he pulls away, his gaze is filled with a mixture of longing and pain. "Don't ever let another man get close to you," he whispers, his voice laced with emotion. I search his eyes, seeing the depth of his torment. Without hesitation, he captures my lips once more, pouring all his emotions into the kiss, and I melt into his embrace, lost in the intensity of our connection. We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his.

"If you need a kiss, beautiful, I’ll give you a kiss you won’t forget." Elizabeth's breath caught. He knew she expected him to go up instead of heading south. There were kisses, and there were kisses. Some were the sweet, romantic kinds, with amour in the air and oh-so-gentle temptation involving two lips—two sets of lips. Others were heated, wicked kisses, comprising one set of lips attached to one mouth, one tongue, and a pair of slick, pussy lips.

Christopher smiled back and took the other guy’s hand before pulling him close and kissing him. On the mouth. “Oh,” I said, drawing to a stop. Oh, no. Christopher Elton was already taken.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.