Catching Kisses Novels & Stories

gesturing to me for Damon. Damon didn't hesitate either, taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine. My fingers wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His hands slowly traveled down my body, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake and stopping just on my waist, gripping them tightly. I heard cheering and claps and some wolf whistles in the background but didn't pay much attention as I was too engulfed in this mind-blowing kiss to react.

“But it’s you who truly captivates me.” His words sent shivers down my spine, and before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. It started soft, but the urgency of our longing quickly deepened. My hands found their way to his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body against mine as our kisses grew more fervent. Our lips moved in perfect sync, a passionate dance that spoke of desire and longing.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

"Your stove runs hot." "My stove ran perfectly for four years before you" "Dominic." He pointed at her. Almost smiled. Walked away. She listened until she heard the shower start. Then she turned back to the tomatoes. Perfectly steady hands. She was still awake at midnight when her phone buzzed once on the nightstand. Dominic was asleep beside her, breathing slow and even, his arm heavy across her waist. She reached carefully for the phone, angled the screen away from him, and read the message.

" I hope this doesn't change anything and I hope you know that nothing else will change and I will try my best to keep my distance from you at work just to make things look professional but just know that I'm thinking of you when I place my hand on my heart . " " Okay the hand to my heart gesture will be my way of telling you I'm thinking of you too . " " See now we are building a language that we can both understand. Just a heads up if you are in the same room and I just happen to be alone with you would it be a sin to just kiss you ? " " I read my contract cover to go home and there is a no touching policy at the club so the only touching policy is when you are in training but I'm not a pl

I said and turned to go to my room. Since the night that I gave her a kiss by her door, we have been having our meals together and when no one is looking I steal a few kisses from her. Oh so I thought until I saw Maria catch us one day. She has been over the moon but, the sweetest part is Mika sometimes pulls me back for a longer kiss. That girl has me feeling and doing some strange things I never saw or thought I would do.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

Her voice sounded lazy because it bored her talking with him. He hesitated for a couple of seconds because if he asked her a particular question, she wouldn’t go away until she knew everything, even the tiniest detail. “What does it mean when someone kisses you on the cheek?” he said and drank the bottle of brandy to hide his embarrassment. His ear was turning red just asking that kind of question. “He likes you. Did Yric do that? He’s kind of bold.” She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier.

His breath hitched at my touch, a low groan escaping his lips as I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches from his own. In that moment, the world fell away, consumed by the intensity of our shared desire. Our lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate collision of lips and tongues that left us both breathless and wanting more. It was a dance as old as time itself, a primal instinct that transcended rational thought and reason.