Could I Have This Kiss Forever Novels & Stories

Savannah P.O.V This kiss I am sharing with Chase feels different somehow. It feels like it means forever. The start of forever. I hope this is forever. When we break from our kiss, we sit there for a couple of minutes with me cuddled up in his arms and my head resting on his shoulder watching what we can see of the fireworks through the trees. This night might have started off as a shit show and could have possibly been the end of us, but it will end just as we both hoped it would. Perfect.

I wish he let me pull his cheeks forever and ever. He leaned down and kissed my forehead softly, automatically a blissful smile flashed on my face. I like it a lot when he kisses my forehead. I feel contented. "I want this sweet boyfriend forever." I uttered. "You can have him forever." He answered and my eyes widened in shock. What! Really? Is he joking?

His arms tighten around me, pulling me closer as if he can’t bear to let go, and his lips press against my hair in a gentle kiss. “I will never leave us. Never. It’s Forever, Bloom.” “Forever,” I repeat. “Yes,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

“We’ve been so busy. But I don’t want to wait anymore. If I’ve learned anything over the past couple of weeks, it’s that life can be short. Or it can be long. But either way… why wait when I know I get forever with you?” He doesn’t kiss me fast and hard like Desmond did. Instead, he takes his time, his lips pressing against mine softly and he kisses me so tenderly. “Why rush when I get forever with you?” Forrest mumbles, barely pulling away from my lips. When he puts it like that. But also… “Forrest?” “Hmm…” “Just kiss me.” He grins, right before putting his lips on mine again, this time kissing me harder. I feel Forrest tug at the bottom of my top and I let him pull it over my head. As we b

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

His lips are so tender, so sweet, and so gentle. Darn! I want to kiss him for, at least, the whole day. The moment our lips started moving, I knew I didn't want just a peck or a kiss that would last for a few seconds. I wanted something deep; if possible, I wanted this kiss to last forever. He wraps one hand around my back, the other one moving to the back of my neck to keep me steady. Together, we dive deep into this sin. The sweetest sin His touch is magical, and his kiss is undeniably the same. He seeks permission to enter my mouth, and I willingly grant it. Without thinking and without holding back, I let him in, and our tongues took off on the adventure.

"She seems interesting." Tyler lifted his arms and wrapped them around my waist and brought me closer. "Oh yes, she is." "I'll like to meet her." I said with a teasing smile. Tyler chuckled. "Just shut up and kiss me." "It'll be my pleasure." I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. Even though we have kissed so many times. This kiss was different. There was no holding back in this one and it felt like it meant something real. My heart was still beating rapidly and I felt his too. The feeling was exhilarating. I felt like I have finally reentered my body.

To force the golden bachelor of Morrisey City's high society into marrying me, I once staked my very life as the price. I rammed my car into the one carrying him and his first love as they tried to elope, and I forced her to give up Wade Grant to me. He drove a shard of broken glass through my palm and swore he'd make me wish I were dead once I became his wife. On our wedding night, Wade hung me from the balcony railing with his necktie and forced me to kneel before his first love—the same woman who'd once tried to jump from a rooftop—and beg her forgiveness. I pulled the pin from my hair and drove it through his shoulder, laughing that he was a worthless man who couldn't even protect th

To admit his flaws, to give explanations for his wrongdoings, in front of so many influential people — it was on another level. My heart melted. Tears escaped my eyes before I could stop them. Ryan came to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. Not a peck, not a staged kiss for the cameras, but deep, passionate, consuming. His lips pressed against mine with urgency, with desperation, with a rawness that spoke of regret and longing. It was as though we poured all our emotions into that kiss — the years of silence, the pain, the love we had buried. For a moment, I believed there was hope. That maybe, just maybe, we could give ourselves another chance.

People should stay in your life forever, not just for a while. -Get out of the car, sweetie- His face was pressed against the glass of my window, drawing a laugh from my parched lips. I got out and stared at the sidewalk. He lifted my chin and kissed me. It looked like it was going to be short, but he tangled his fingers in my hair and refused to let me go free. He kissed me with the fury that he knew was inside him all the time, with violence. It was a kiss full of confused feelings and many of them contrary. It was too much for it to seep into my brain. I only felt sadness, because this was going to be my last memory. It sounded like goodbye although he knew he was coming back soon, he fel