Danny Phantom Kiss Sam Novels & Stories

Sam gets off the bed and starts to put her clothes back on with a hurried look. I walk over and help her hook her bra. I pull her shirt down and touch the skin on her back one more time. Finally, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses me. I close my eyes and return the kiss. "Do you love me, Robbie?" "I guess you'll just have to find out." Sam smiles at my response, and then I realize the time. It's almost time for me to meet Missy. "Promise me you won't see, Missy, tonight."

As Sam’s closing the door behind me, I stiffen again, clutching at him as another door opens. Pivoting sharply, Sam starts to step in front of me again, then freezes, watching as I do while a drunken Daniel Prince kisses another passenger sloppily, his signature tumbler of gin sloshing about in his free hand. When the woman’s door closes between them, he sways unsteadily, yanking a room key awkwardly from his pocket and peering at the number through red-rimmed squinted eyes, stumbles towards the stern a few doors.

They all sat with large smiles on their faces as they talked excitedly amongst each other. Samantha was standing on the other side of the curtains with Mysha, a nervous expression plastered on her face. I stood on the stage with a confident smile. "It was about time," Darian muttered under his breath. I chuckled, knowing exactly what he was referring to. And I couldn't help but smile because I could still feel Samantha's gentle lips against mine. The electrical tingles that soared threw my body as I felt her against me. That was my first kiss and it was a whole lot better than I had expected.

When she opened the door, I expected her to be surprised, ask me what I was doing and I would give her my explanation then forgive me and run into my arms. But she did something beyond my expectations, using her flames on me causing me to be frozen and whimper. "Why did you freeze? Aren't we mates? Shouldn't you be running in arms saying you love me?" Sam's POV As I got closer to my room, I sensed an intruder, while I was preparing myself for battle, I realized that it was just Beta Matthew, A.K.A, my ex-mate, I relaxed and entered my room.

Alexander murmured before gently nipping Samanath’s plump bottom lip. Samantha made an inaudible sound of contentment, an agreement to her lover statement and locked her arms around Alexander’s neck. “Missed you more,” Tilting her neck to deepen their kiss was next but a loud, exasperated groan coming from behind them interrupted Samantha’s plan. She pulled away from Alexander and went back to flat feet as she twisted around to see her friend gifting her with the most unamused facial expression.

Dave confessed his voice deep and masculine as he held her neck gently, his warmth melted Sammy completely that she swore to move was an issue. "I want you…every part of you…to finger your thoughts until I found the deepest scars that hurt you…to heal you with my kisses' 'by now he flipped her beneath him and was kissing her lovingly. Exploring her mouth with his tongue as Sammy moaned against his mouth, her hands roaming on his back as her nails dug deep into his flesh "I love you Sammy" he murmured audibly as he reached his hand down, continuously ravishing her mouth deepening the kiss such that Sammy was helplessly keeping up with him.

She was a mistake he could have made? What nonsense was this man spewing? "...let's stay together forever." Mark concludes and proceeds to kiss Taylor. Unable to take it anymore, Samantha springs up from her seat, her face red with anger and her lips swollen from getting bitten hard. Every eyes in the hall turns her way, some with confusion, some with understanding and some with anger. Her Mum, Dad, Taylor and Mark specifically. Samantha walked to the front, looking around until her eyes land on a man sitting in the middle, in a white suit and looking somehow familiar.

She glared, beating her chest hardly, "Who do you think you are? To cheat on me with Ashlyn. Am I not better than Ashlyn?" The drunk man couldn't comprehend what she was saying, but he was too drunk to think further, "Oh no baby, I love you more than Ashlyn." He fell back and forth trying to get a grip of her hands. Samantha walked closer to him, then out of a sudden, held his cheeks, making him yell angrily due to the pains. She kissed him gently, "Now that was how I felt when I saw you kissing Ashlyn." "I said I was sorry!" He repeated for the umpteenth time.

He smiled kissing the side of her chin. “I know you will Sthandwa Sam.” He made feel her secure. “So did I hear you say you love me?” she teasingly buried in her face at the corner of his neck. Sanele just chuckled with a satisfied smile on his face. “Wouldn't you like to know?” She just kissed him on the lips and pulled away smiling and cupped his face. “Trying to act cool are we?” “Sweetheart, I am cool.” He nibbled at her neck, slow and sexual.

Good on her. The next hand went pretty straightforward. Sam got another kiss, this time from his girlfriend. I could tell she was really trying now, but Sam seemed disconnected. It wasn't just that a kiss from his gf wasn't that 'risky,' but there seemed to be so much more fun to be had than kisses and bras and Sam was impatient with the process. If everyone went to bed before the good stuff got going, what was the point? Also I think his lips were starting to get chapped.