Darling Kiss Me Slow Novels & Stories

His lips hover just inches from hers, the air between them charged with unspoken promises. Carol swallows hard, her resolve crumbling under the weight of his gaze. “You’re lucky you’re charming,” she mutters before closing the distance between them. Their lips meet in a slow, deliberate kiss, the kind that speaks of years of shared memories and the deep connection they have built together. Damien’s hands slide up her back, pulling her even closer as the kiss deepens. For a moment, the world around them disappears, leaving only the two of them in their little bubble of warmth and love.

Getting into the act too, I brought my hands up and hook it around his neck. "It's show time." Tyler whispered, before bringing his lips down to mine. The kiss started out slow and light for a few seconds, before he thrust his tongue inside my mouth and deepen the kiss. Kissing Tyler reminded me of when I kissed him the first time. One, he tasted of mint and cigar and two, he was a really, damn good kisser! The first time I kissed him, I wasn't paying much attention to all that, but now for some unknown reason, I was. As we kiss, I have to steel myself to prevent from letting out a satisfied sigh. I would never give Tyler that satisfaction.

and kissed me. Soft. Slow. Certain.

🎶 I found a love, for me Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me 🎶 🎶 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow Your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine 🎶 I looked up at him, and he was already staring at me. I smiled, and he smiled, then dipped down and captured my lips with him. My heart is humming with joy, wishing this happiness will never end. He pulled away after a few seconds and kissed my forehead.

I say turning to her. “You could say that again” her blue eyes gazing into mine. “We should do this again” should I kiss her? I don’t know. “Thank you, for today” she says softly. I place my hand on bare thigh where the slit of her dress is widely open. Her skin is soft beneath my touch. She doesn’t protest. I lean in and stop halfway. She closes in. Our lips brush, just enough to send electricity pulsing through my veins. Then she deepens the kiss. Her hand finds its way to my Jawline and for a minute everything goes away. The plan, the secret, the lies and the car following me.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

She was unbelievably cute. With her hands still covering her ass, she raised her head and tipped it. Very gently Bill lowered his until their lips merged. The kiss was loving and tender, but almost immediately her arms came up and wrapped around his neck as she moved her mouth on his and their tongues began their dance of love. Kim could see the electricity and hear the bells. Her eyes widened as she realized it was exactly what she had felt in Brad’s kiss. Slowly the two eased apart to catch their breath, but then Carol took the initiative in kissing Bill with all of her love and power.

"The moment is now getting dangerous, Selena..." The sound of his voice is luring me even more. It become much more deeper, huskier, and darker than the usual. His careful and cautious touch turns sensual and the tender rhythm of his kiss slowly become rough, demanding, and needy. On the back of my head, I know that I must complain.

Then, suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Kenny looked toward the door, thinking it was Kata. Without thinking too much, he called out, “Come in.” The door opened slowly, and to his surprise, it wasn’t Kata. It was Sophia. She stepped inside the room , closing the door behind her. She was wearing a red lingerie outfit that barely covered her body. It was bold, revealing, and clearly meant to seduce him. Her hair was loose, and she had a light smile on her face. She walked toward him slowly, her eyes focused only on him.

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”