Darling Just Kiss Me Slow Novels & Stories

He's all I want to see. And now he's all mine. Slowly, he lets me back up, grinning wildly. “I love you, Charlotte,” he whispers so that only I can hear him. Behind him, the waterfall dances down the rocks, filling the small pond just like Leo fills my heart. “I love you,” I whisper back, grinning so hard my face hurts. This is everything I could ever want: Leo and waterfall kisses.

He lingered a second too long, his thumb grazing her cheekbone, and that was all it took—her control, his restraint—gone. Damon leaned in, slow, deliberate, giving her every chance to pull away. She didn’t. Couldn’t. His mouth met hers, not with the violence she expected, but with a careful hunger that shattered her from the inside out. The kiss wasn’t deep, not yet—it was a claim, a test, a question all at once. Ava’s fingers curled into fists at her sides. She should push him away. She didn’t. Instead, she leaned in—just enough to answer him back.

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

(Music) When you want me to And I will not let go Till you tell me to I took her hand and danced with her. (Music) Girl relax, let's go slow I ain't got nowhere to go I'm just gonna concentrate on you I touched her cheek and kissed her quickly. (Music) Girl are you ready? It's gonna be a long night (Music) Throw your clothes on the floor I'm gonna take my clothes off too I even tightened my hug. And kissed her forehead again. (Music) I made plans to be with you Girl whatever you ask me you know I can do

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

I carried her to the kitchen island, so she could sit while she parted her legs wide so I could enter and plaster another mind-wiping kiss. We are supposed to be cooking, but here we were, a couple of songs later, with lips swollen from our millionth kiss. This time, we only gave ourselves some reprieve so we could sing along to Somewhere Only We Know by Keane. Dahlia cradled my face, occasionally rubbing the pad of her thumbs across my cheeks to the areas close to my eyes. Whatever she saw in them, it sure made her melt. “You know, you’re the sweetest distraction,” She hushed.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

I smiled and did my best to make my voice sound stronger than I felt. “Mr. Cooper looks incredibly handsome. Dressed like that, you'll probably have half the city's women falling for you.” He bent down and kissed my forehead. “You'll be the most beautiful bride too.” I looked into his affectionate eyes, but a wave of sadness washed over me. “Julian, I'm sorry. I won't be able to stay with you.” The words echoed silently in my heart. “Okay.” A few days before the wedding, I insisted on being discharged.

More finger curls and tongue sucking on my clit, and I come with a loud cry, shaking as I ride my orgasm. “Good girl,” he says against my clit, kissing it before coming up to kiss me. He pulls away and gets rid of his trousers and boxers before coming atop me again. “You ready?” He asks, eyes meeting mine in the most sensual way. I nod. “Words, Iris.” “Yes, I’m ready,” I breathe out. He kisses me, as he slowly eases his length inside me. I gasp. Darian starts to move, slow and deliberate, his hips rolling against me as he sinks in again, deeper than I thought possible.

"If I could hold you like this, why not?" "You must be kidding me." "I hope to kid things like this, Sydnee. But I'm not. I love holding you like this." I was dumbfounded for a few seconds before a laugh escape from my lips. But I stopped laughing when Rogie's lips enveloped mine. I blinked as I taste mint in his tongue. When he broke away, we were panting hard. My eyes glazed. And after a few seconds, Rogie brought his lips close to mine and put a light kiss beside my lips. It made me shudder as his arms continued tightening around me.