Could I Have This Kiss Forever Novels & Stories

"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.

Ever. My heart melted when he finally kissed me back, painfully slow, as if he was trying to fight his own instincts and conceal his anger. An arm made its way to my neck, and I followed his movement, holding the back of his neck and savoring his lips. This felt so right. He was being so gentle and slow, as if he was trying to pour all of his hidden feelings into the kiss. I wanted it to last forever, but due to a lack of oxygen, I finally had to pull away.

I raised an eyebrow. “Cause” he scooted closer. I felt getting heated up with his just little movement. “Otherwise I will kiss you” “You think I’d resist? I have resisted for so many years--” “Fine then” I looked at him, and he came over me. He joined our lips into a passionate kiss and I hugged him. His hands were on my neck as he pulled me closer into a hungry kiss. I kissed him back with equal passion.He felt so good on me. I have always dreamt of his love, his everything to be mine, and this is just so unbelievable that my dreams have come true.

My face is just an inch from hers I miss you, he said slowly. .. Just like that my determination too went. I cried looking at his eyes. I missed him every second in these years. I want him, I want my Shiva back. I don't want to loose him. With that thought I closed my eyes unknowingly give up on my plan. He pressed his lips on my forehead.. I just want earth to be stop around. I hugged him. It feels eternity to us. No one is moved. But deep inside I believe we too have happy ending. And I don't want to leave him for anyone

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Choven thought but he realized that he was not dreaming when Azhea talked again. "I couldn't move my feet forward to go home any longer when I heard your howl. Your howl was louder than anybody else that it made my heart skipped a bit and made me stay and came back here. Choven, I love you," she explained. "I love you, Choven" she repeated and it made him smiled and warmed his heart. "I wanted to know if you feel the same way," she was nervous and Choven answered her with a kiss. She was surprised.

It’s soft but needy. He pulls away and looks me deep in the eyes like he can see my soul. “Forever,” is all he said. I just nod slightly. His thumb is on my lower lip again, and he opens my mouth slightly and tilts my chin. Then pounces on my lips. His tongue is in my mouth, exploring every corner. His kiss changed. This time it’s hungry, and he is devouring me. I don’t want it to stop.

And it did. It cost me my confidence. My spark. My softness. And eventually, it cost me my dignity. Because one night, after weeks of feeling invisible and unwanted, I did the one thing I swore I’d never do. I kissed someone else. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t some cold, calculated revenge. It was weakness. Pain. A desperate moment of validation. A friend of a friend who looked at me the way he used to. Who made me feel seen — even if just for five minutes.

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "