Catching Kisses Novels & Stories

The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger. Florence didn't dare retaliate. She stood there, pointing toward the neighbors while raising her voice again. "Look, everyone! Look at this vile woman! She's a lunatic! Chester was cursed the day he married her! He lost his life because of her!" I ruffled my hair to make myself look even more disheveled. Then I grabbed her arm and shoved her out the door. Dropping the knife, I followed her outside and fell to my knees at the doorstep in a sudden motion. I then began wailing as I clung tightly to her legs with both hands.

With a sudden, fierce motion, she pulled him down and crushed her lips to his in a breathless, deeply passionate kiss. The ballroom erupted. A blinding storm of paparazzi flashes illuminated the room as a collective, thunderous gasp rose from the crowd. The touch of his mouth was a violent shockwave, her fingers tangling in the thick hair at the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss. For a fraction of a second, Kasen's muscles went rigid with surprise. But then, his raw, protective instincts broke free. His large hands came up, wrapping around her bare waist, pulling her flush against his chest as he returned the kiss with a desperate, burning heat.

He really did like me. I leaned over and kissed him. The world was tipsy and wonderful, but somehow incredibly right as our lips met. His hand grabbed the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in the mess of my ponytail, pulling me closer to him. I slid across the leather seat, heat and desire searing through me. All I wanted was to kiss him, to touch him, to be with him.

CHARLOTTE’S POINT OF VIEW. The kiss is anything but gentle. Instead, it breaks into me, stealing the breath from my lungs until I feel the need to come up for air. Adonis grabs me, hands feeling my body all around until my skin comes alive under his touch. To my surprise, I don’t push him away. I pulled him closer……not because of the cameras, or the people around us……but because I want to kiss him like this. The reality strikes me hot; Adonis tenses under my fingertips when I reach for the back of his neck.

A soft moan escaped my throat as he pulled my body against his. Our lips parted and our tongues dashed in and out of each other’s mouths, filling me from head to toe with a tingling sensation. My heart was beating quickly now, filled with eagerness and lust. Every emotion and desire of the evening flowed through me. My hands moved across his face, pulling him as closely as possible. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him. I had spent so much time on bad dates and in bad relationships, and this one kiss was breaking the dam, allowing all of my passion to flow out of me. I could have kissed him like this for hours. Days. Months. I could have kissed him like this forever and never have grown

I had my hands on her hips and I followed her moves. I placed my hands on her hips, and gripped into them. All I could really focus on was her ass up a gainst my cock,because I was a fifteen year-old guy. But then I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up, and I saw the girl that Kira called Audrina staring at me as she had her arms wrapped around Andre’s. Her gaze was filled with rage. Something about that made me smile. I pulled Kira’s hair back, and I kissed her on the neck. “Thanks for the dance,” I told her, “I’m going to go smoke.”

In that fleeting moment, he captured her mouth with his own, igniting a spark that set their souls ablaze. The hunger with which he kissed her mirrored the longing that had been building between them, and their connection intensified with every stolen breath. Their lips moved in perfect synchronization, a dance of passion and tenderness. Adrien's arms enveloped Lisa, pulling her closer as if he couldn't bear to let her slip away. Their bodies pressed against each other, a fusion of warmth and desire that sent waves of electricity through their veins.

The room was filled with an intoxicating blend of anticipation and vulnerability. In that fleeting moment, my mind raced, conflicted between the urgency of our mission and the undeniable connection that had grown between us. Zander had always been enigmatic, a puzzle that both intrigued and perplexed me. But his request for a kiss carried a weight of significance, revealing a vulnerability he rarely showed. As our lips touched, a surge of emotions surged within me. It was a tender, delicate kiss, filled with unspoken promises and uncharted possibilities. In that brief, stolen moment, the walls that had guarded my heart began to crumble, and a spark of something deeper ignited within me.

Leaning forward, he kissed her neck, his lips igniting sensations within her. Cassie felt her mouth go dry as she inhaled the sweet scent of his body, her nerves tingling with anticipation. It was her first time, and she couldn't help but feel nervous. As Anderson licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance, Cassie gasped for air, trying to relax into the kiss. Anderson deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as Cassie felt herself succumbing to his touch. With each moment, she felt more and more enveloped in passion, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.

His body heat radiated against me, a disconcerting warmth that made my skin tingle. I opened my mouth to protest, to ask him to give me some space, but the words caught in my throat. Before I could utter a sound, his lips pressed against mine, silencing any objections. His kiss was unexpected. It wasn't the brutal, punishing assault I had anticipated. It was…gentle. Soft. Passionate. His lips moved against mine with a surprising tenderness, exploring, teasing. He sucked on my lower lip, a small, almost playful gesture, before sliding his tongue into my mouth. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. I found myself quivering uncontrollably, a moan escaping my lips as his kis