Fruits Basket Kisses Novels & Stories

“This is an amazing thing you're doing here.” “Thank you,” Bastian graciously accepted. I stared down the pretty arugula salad, not wanting to eat. I wanted to kiss Leo, not munch on rabbit food. Unfortunately, there wasn't an easy way to get out of dinner. Perhaps, after dinner I could pull him aside for a moment...

Each kiss felt like a promise, a beckoning invitation to explore the depths of their connection, and she willingly followed him into the intoxicating haze. James began his delicious journey by eating each piece of fruit off her body, a playful yet sensual act that heightened her senses. He started with her forehead, the soft brush of his lips sending shivers down her spine. As he moved to her lips, he lingered, savoring the sweetness of the fruit that had found its way onto her skin. With each kiss, he took his time, exploring the delicate curves of her body with a reverence that made her feel cherished and desired all at once. The world outside the kitchen faded, and the only sounds that fi

Every fiber in my body ached with desperate need to have him inside of me. I reached down, moved his shorts to the side and took out his length. His hip arched in a primal response to my touch, searching out the way to complete me. I stroked him, feeling the blood rushing through and pulsating in my hand. “I want you,” I whispered, palming his hardness and feeling my insides contract with want. “The basket,” he groaned. “In the side pouch.” I kept one hand on him as I leaned back and searched the basket with the other. The condom square was easy to find.

“They’re beautiful—thank you.” “Flowers for the most beautiful girlfriend in the world. Do I get a kiss for them?” Kate smiled and Bastien swept her into his arms, kissing her passionately. “I love you, princess.” He embraced her, then separated to continue cooking. Kate suddenly felt an itch in her throat but didn’t say anything.

He did not just suggest they feed me rancid fruit and from the looks on their faces, it seemed they didn’t even want to stomach the idea of touching the fruits. “Um, that’s gross Adrian. You want us to feed her. I’m not touching that.” Cameron protested. “That’s ok, we don’t have to touch the fruits.” He said and with a deceptive smile he motioned for Beatrice to drop the basket on my lap, then he reached for my hair, which I had up in a short ponytail he gripped it, smiled at me and shoved my head into the basket pushing it deeper in. I choked on the smell of the fruits and the feel of the maggots wriggling against my skin. I almost puked but I had nothing left in my stomach to puke out.

’ Kate's mind exclaimed in disbelief, but she reciprocated the kiss, leaning in and kissing him back. Using his other hand to pull her onto his lap, Lucas continued the passionate exchange, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and exploring every crevice. The sweet taste of her lips, reminiscent of freshly picked raspberries, combined with the warmth of her breath, sent shivers down Lucas' spine, igniting his senses and leaving him wanting more. "Mmm," Kate moaned into his mouth, kissing him with equal fervor as she held on to him, relishing the flavor of his lips that tasted of citrus.

She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier. “It’s not something like that,” he corrected her immediately before she could think of a deeper meaning of the kiss. “He’s just thankful, and he paid back through a kiss.” “People don’t do that when they’re thankful. It occurs to people who are close to each other. But when it’s about Yric, I think he likes you.” She even pointed her finger and drew a heart shape in the air that only annoyed him more. “Do you know that you’re not helping?”

Ava frowned as she ate the last of the fruit basket. It was filled with some of the most delicious fruits: the juiciest grapes, strawberries, and mangoes. It was truly something she would definitely go and buy for herself in the future. Ava wanted to buy one now but she was leaving the country in a few hours and surely could not finish it in that amount of time.

"Just feel." Frank, sensing my surrender, leaned in, his lips finding mine in a tender, consuming kiss that washed away any lingering doubts. His arm encircled my waist, pulling me closer, pressing my bare chest against his warm shirt. He kissed me with a passion that was both honest and heartfelt, a gentle claiming that spoke volumes of affection.

coming from the bushes at the edge of the garden into the courtyard when I passed by. Clutching my chest, I spun around, seeing no one. Then I heard, “In here.” As soon as I stepped between two tall bushes heralding the entrance of the garden, a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist, towing me in completely. I gasped until I was hauled against a familiar chest and then kissed thoroughly. For some reason, Ezra had never tasted better. I forgot to care about how we should be more careful around the premises and clutched his face between my hands, kissing him back.