Ghost Kissing Novels & Stories

He lowers his lips to mine so softly, it's like a whisper and sparks of heat and desire curl through my body, making me forget that he's not alive, that I shouldn't be doing this, everything except the feel of his lips on mine. I twine my fingers into his dark hair, a moan escaping from my mouth as our kiss turns hungrier. Gone is the restraint for both of us. I cling to him; my hands move to his shoulders trying to bring him closer to me. I don't care that he is a ghost. That some might say this is unnatural or not right. It feels more right than anything ever in my life. Except kissing Kiarr. But right now, I need Ben. More of him. All that I can get of him.

Ghost ran his hands hungrily through her body, grunting irritatedly at the clothes that were keeping him from ravaging her. He groped her boobs through her clothes while his other hand held the back of her neck tightly. With raged tugs, he got rid of her clothes, leaving them in shreds on the floor. Ciara gasped but it got swallowed by his ferocious kisses. She was literally gasping for air but his lips would suck hers right back in, giving her little chance to breathe.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

no, Charlotte. I swallow. “Right,” I add quickly. “It was not planned.” One truth in a sea of lies would wash out souls clean, right? “Clearly,” the host laughs, “that kind of tension can’t be faked.” Tension……oh, you haven’t had the slightest clue. “Alright,” she leans forward, knowing her voice conspiratorially, “one word, both of you……describe that kiss.”

ing around him, keeping him there with instinctive ferocity. Ghost froze above her, a low sound catching in his chest as if they had both crossed an unforeseen threshold. “Ember,” he breathed, his forehead lowering to rest against hers, his hand coming up to cup her face, thumb brushing her cheekbone with a gentleness that felt almost obscene amid the burning hunger between them. But as he pressed deeper, her eyes widened, a flicker of protest rising amidst the haze of desire. “Wait—Ghost, you’re too big,” she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and apprehension, her body tensing as the stretch intensified, bordering on overwhelming. “It won’t fit, it’s too much, I can’t—” Her word

"Some ghosts stay buried for a reason." But the pull between them was stronger. One shared look turned into a kiss, then hands roaming under the blankets. This time it was slower at first. He laid her back on the couch, spreading her legs and going down on her with his mouth—tongue licking deep, sucking her clit until she came shaking and gasping his name.

she whispered. Ghost pushed his muzzle through a lower gap in the mesh and started licking. His tongue was rough, long, and insistent. He dragged it over her pussy in heavy strokes, tasting the spray mixed with her own wetness. Trisha moaned and pushed her hips forward. The younger males whined and paced faster, getting agitated.

I'd hit triple digits. Proposal number one hundred. Same spot—County Clerk's Office, Borevia City. Same result—empty sidewalk, empty heart. Sonia Quindt? Off somewhere with Pierre Sanchez. Her boy toy. Could be a concert. Could be an amusement park. Didn't matter. She wasn't here. Once, they'd even rolled up to the Clerk's Office themselves—married on a dare, divorced by brunch. For fun. What I'd dreamed of, they'd trashed for kicks.

I would be a ghost haunting the ruins of a love that was too big for my chest to hold. “Say something, babe,” he whispered, his voice trembling as he traced his thumb over my bottom lip, his touch so tender it hurt. “I…” I started, my voice failing me. He tilted his head, brushing his lips lightly against mine in a ghost of a kiss. It only lasted a second, but it sent my heart into a violent spike, a pulse of electricity that demanded I surrender. “Let’s give it a try,” I finally breathed out.