Could I Have This Kiss Forever Novels & Stories

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

he asked softly, his gaze locking onto hers. “I—I don’t,” she admitted, her voice trembling. Levi leaned in, so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. “Good,” he whispered. Before she could process what he meant, his lips captured hers in a kiss that sent electricity coursing through her entire body. Kat’s mind screamed at her to resist, to push him away and demand answers, but her body had other ideas. Her hands found their way to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his apron as she kissed him back.

I felt I was drowning deep in Visha's eyes and had no intention of resurfacing. Just at the moment when we freed ourselves from the suffocating air, Visha locked her gaze onto mine smoldering with pure passion, pulsating down to the very depths of longing. Right then, I just knew: I belonged to her as she did to me, forever. That kiss sealed our fate forevermore in a love that will last throughout eternity. *************

Those lips, those kisses, were the ones I longed for so long. It seems like it was forever. I am forever thirsty with his burning kisses. I couldn’t help but return it with hunger and ardour. He deepens the kiss, and all I could do is went along with him. Heat was curling down my system. His kisses became passionate and loving. It was then when I felt his love for me. It was like a dream. It seems I am forever waiting to make it happen. And now that I have it, I felt like I am the happiest woman alive.

Isla could feel every inch of her being awakening to the love she had hidden for so long, and for the first time, she allowed herself to fully embrace it. It was her first kiss, and the moment it happened, Isla knew that nothing would ever be the same. She could feel the warmth of Vincent’s lips lingering on hers, a warmth that seemed to ignite something deep inside her. If time could be turned back, she would offer it to him again without a second thought, for the kiss was not just a fleeting moment—it was a memory that would live within her forever.

The only thing he saw. And I surrendered. He kissed me. His kiss came slow, then rougher, then like punishment. He kissed me deeper, as if he were trying to erase what just happened between us—or perhaps memorize it. “I don’t know how to stop wanting you, Summer,” he said against my lips. “And God help me, I don’t even want to try. I’ll keep kissing you every chance I get, like it’s the only thing keeping me alive.” “Then kiss me while you can. While there’s still something left of me to ruin,” I breathed. His lips seized mine again. Fierce. Unforgiving. I was doomed. And I needed him to break me again.

“Are you serious? My entire life will never be enough to thank the Goddess for giving me you. It feels as if I dreamed you, and she made you real. Tears pricked my lashes as he lowered his forehead to mine, his voice breaking into a whisper meant only for me. “I love you forever, ma petite.” Overcome, I pulled him down to me. Our lips met in a kiss that was fierce, unrestrained, overflowing with everything words could not carry. Passion, gratitude, and eternity poured into that single moment, sealing our love as surely as any crown or vow. The wars were behind us. The dawn ahead belonged to our children. And in Chad’s arms, with his kiss branding me as his forever, I knew: love had won. The

He murmured against my lips, “You’re my forever.” I smiled a little. “Isn’t it too soon to say forever?” He smiled and shook his head. “Forever has to start somewhere, doesn’t it?” -The End-

“Then I’ll make sure that it never wants to get away.” Leaning forward, I press my mouth to his, forcing his lips open with my tongue so that his taste can explode in my mouth. It’s a sweet taste, a mixture of the champagne he has been drinking and the toothpaste that I’ve grown so used to from all the kisses we have shared.

"Daddy, please! Get in the pod!" Hearing the name one last time made his chest heave. He leaned into the small capsule, his mouth crashing against mine in a desperate, savage kiss that tasted of salt, rain, and a final, permanent goodbye. He bit my lower lip just hard enough to draw a drop of blood, marking me one last time.