Catching Kisses Novels & Stories

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

Each passing moment felt like an eternity, a cascade of sensations building to a crescendo. And then, in the sweetest crescendo of all, our lips finally met. The kiss was a tender revelation, a celebration of newfound joy and the budding connection between us. Time seemed to stretch, allowing us to savor the intricate details of the moment — the softness of his lips, the gentle warmth exchanged, the symphony of heartbeats merging into one.

I whisper fiercely, my voice trembling with unspoken emotion. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in. His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts slow, hesitant, but soon becomes something more. It’s not just a kiss of lust, but one of promises—unspoken, but understood. It’s raw and full of something deeper. Something more intense. More dangerous. It's a kiss that makes my heart beat faster.

As soon as he reached where I stood, he wrapped his arms around my waist. My eyes widen in surprise. "What are you-?" Before I could finish my sentence, Tyler pulled me closer and brought his lips to mine. I lost all thought processing as he began to kiss me. Once again, I became captivated by his kisses and losing all sensible thoughts; I kiss him back. The kiss was sweet and passionate and it took my breath away. Everything else around me faded away and all I could focus on was his lips on mine. Finally, after what seems like forever, he pulled away. I looked up at him and cleared my throat, trying to get myself together. "What was that for?"

She wipes the hair from her face looking at him. “What?” she glared. Thomas bend his head and kissed her fully on the mouth claiming her breathe in a kiss that makes her forget about the cold water. The heat was sizzling between them. He holds her tightly against him allowing her to feel the rock-hard erection in his wet pants. “Don’t get caught,” he says harshly kissing her deeply. Her reaction was equally passionate. She can feel her arousal rising matching his fire.

He always made my heart race. I remember how he pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me in a loving embrace. The soft touch of his lips on mine, gentle and affectionate, sent shivers down my spine and made my heart skip a beat. Each kiss felt like a promise of his love and devotion, a silent reassurance that we were in this together. His kisses are unlike any other—full of tenderness, passion, and a deep connection that I can't quite put into words. Time seems to slow down whenever we kiss, as if the world around us fades away, leaving just the two of us basking in the beauty of the moment.

Adrian whispered, his voice vibrating against her lips just a second before his mouth closed over hers. The kiss wasn't like the hurried, desperate embraces they had shared during the dark days of the Sterling threat. This kiss was deep, slow, and saturated with a profound, mutual victory. Adrian’s lips were firm, commanding yet unbelievably tender as he tasted her, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she opened for him with a soft moan. He drank her in, his hands moving up to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away the residual tension from her jawline.

His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, as if he was savoring the moment before fully committing to the kiss. Avery's breath hitched as their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss. Cruz's lips were soft and warm, moving against hers with a gentle but insistent pressure. The kiss was a dance, a slow and sensual exploration of each other's desires. It was as if Cruz was pouring all of his emotions into that kiss, letting her feel the depth of his affection and the intensity of his feelings.