First 50 Kisses Novels & Stories

"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 did give you everything." "No," Katerina said. She moved with precision and fury and heartbreak. "I gave myself to you. And I'm taking it back." She landed a devastating blow. Dimitri went down to one knee. He looked up at her and laughed. Actually laughed. "You still don't understand. You can never escape me. I'm in your bones. I'm in every breath. I own you." "You did," Katerina said. Her voice was hollow. Final. "But she doesn't. And that's enough."

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

The cool metal of the band pressed against the fine cotton of his shirt. He covered her hand with his own, pressing it more firmly against him, as if to say, This is yours. It always has been. A small, profound smile touched her lips. It was a smile of ownership, of peace, of a journey’s end that was also a glorious beginning. That smile was his permission. His invitation. He leaned in, and she met him halfway. The kiss that followed was unlike any that had come before. Their first kiss, in his penthouse study, had been a collision of suspicion and unwilling attraction, a battle they’d both lost. The kiss in Geneva, after the villa, had been one of desperate relief and survivor’s gratitude.

All I wanted was his mouth on me, claiming me the way his eyes already did. I placed my palms on his hard chest, earning a deep intake of breath from him. “Kiss me.” I whispered, my chest brushing his with every inhale. I tiptoed, leaning closer, my lips aching for his. I was about to touch him when he turned his face away, making my lips landing on nothing. “If you are ready to pay me back five million, then I will do more than just kiss… sweetheart.” My teeth ground together as hot anger bubbled inside me. The strange trance of my horniness shattered, clearing the fog in my mind.

Whitney turned around and looked back at Jenson in amazement. Jenson said, “You have to be careful too.” Whitney was slightly startled, then she smiled like a blooming flower. Jenson suddenly saw a dark shadow leaping over toward him. Whitney hugged his face and landed a huge smack on his lips. “I’m giving you a stamp, Jens. You’re mine from now on.” Jenson pushed her away angrily and yelled, “That’s my first kiss! My. First. Kiss.” How could a first kiss be so weak and frivolous? It was overly played down.

It had to be a dream. The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, she gave in to the overwhelming pull. In a surge of longing that had consumed him since their first meeting, Ivan closed the final gap between their lips, initiating a kiss that was both passionate and searing. At first, he treated her with delicate tenderness, cherishing her as if she were the most fragile treasure. He pressed his lips to hers, caressed them with his tongue, savoring the electrifying connection they shared. But as the kiss deepened, a primal desire surged within him, urging him to explore her more intensely.

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.

"Now tell me, Candy, how much do you want me to kiss you?" My heart fluttered. I couldn't find my voice for a moment. His eyes were so intense, so focused on me, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. And in that moment, I was more than certain I was. "So much." I finally whispered. "I want you to kiss me so much." That was all he needed to hear. He lowered his lips to mine, and this time the kiss was not fast at all. It was slow. Deep. Like we had all the time in the world, even though we both knew we didn't.