Darling Kiss Me Slow Novels & Stories

He push my chin up and locked eyes with me. I could barely breathe with how close he was to me. His cocky aroma filled my lungs, and I longed for my pain to have me in his room. He leans in like he will kiss me. He bit me on the lip and flung my face away like my lip was disgusting. “Don't do that to her.” Sloane, who stood invisible to me while all this was going on, yelled at Ares. Ares didn't act like he heard anyone speak. He is never known to give his attention to women who are not of his level because of his arrogance.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

Unlike the first kiss, this one was a bit in an haste, as if both of them have longed longed for each other. Francis placed his lips on her cheek, trailing kisses from her cheek to her neck to her shoulder. The little moan that came out from Ella lips roused me more, he wished she was in his room where he'd had taken off her clothes but he knew it wasn't needed and he had to take everything slowly. With Ella, her kisses set him ablaze as fast as possible. He stopped trailing kisses on her and he placed his forehead on hers, both of his hands cupping her face.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

Claiming. “I can be quick,” he said. I let out a small, breathy laugh, even as heat pooled low in my belly. “When have you ever been quick?” Dante’s smile widened. He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine, soft at first, then deeper. His tongue slid against mine in a slow, filthy kiss before he pulled back just enough to speak. “Don’t worry, darling,” he whispered against my mouth. “It’s just a quickie. I’ll make it good for you.”

The atmosphere inside the car instantly turned icy. She turned away again, presenting me with the back of her head and making it clear she had no intention of continuing the conversation. After a while, I took the initiative to break the silence: “What’s the name of this marriage candidate? I should at least know who my future husband is. “If he’s some eighty-year-old grandfather, I’ll need to stock up on heart medication in advance.” Her eyes remained closed. She didn’t even bother looking at me. “Julian Cooper. About your age.”

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.

“Kiss me. Slow. Like you mean it.” Damien did. The kiss was gentle at first, then deeper but still soft. His hand rested on Kai’s waist, thumb moving in small circles. “You feel perfect,” he murmured against Kai’s lips. “Right here with me. I love you like this. Open. Trusting. Safe.” Kai sighed into the kiss. “I love you too. Keep talking. I need your voice tonight. It helps me stay here instead of in my head.”

Dominic worked on me so well that I came quicker than usual. Then he moved up to kiss me, and the kiss this time was different. It was not rushed or distracted. It was slow, deep, and filled with everything we had both been holding back since the chaos started around us.

“Damien… are you really staying?” “I’m not going anywhere.” He swallowed hard. “I want to believe that.” “So let yourself.” There was a long pause, then “Can you… hold my hand?” I took it instantly. “Yeah. Always.” His grip tightened. “I missed this.” “I missed you,” I said. “More than you know.” He leaned closer. “Damien… kiss me.” I cupped his jaw gently. “Come here.” His lips met mine slow at first, then deeper as he pulled me in by the collar of my shirt.