Ghost Kissing Novels & Stories

He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it. Gradually, the woman stopped as the man kissed her. She shut her eyes close and respond to his kisses. Although he did not know, he followed the movement of its lips. Tonight, that's their first kiss. A first kiss full of love, between an angel and a demon. Almost every well -known surname attended Hades ’grand birthday party. Even well -known artists were there as well and some big -name senators in the country. As Khione requested, some of Hades' friends also attended his birthday. It's his 24th birthday, and everyone's excited to see the handsome Hades.

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

You just had to stop looking where everyone else was looking. “There you are…” I whispered the words more to myself than anyone else. Every fake location had one thing in common. They bounced. One relay became another. Then another. Then another. By the time someone reached the final destination, Ghost had been gone for hours. Classic runaround. Actually… More than classic. It was… Elegant. I rested my elbows on the desk. “If you’re going to hide your location, you don’t let anyone trace you directly.” Another command. Another map appeared. “You bounce through public networks.”

It was a kiss for the gossip, not for their hearts and souls. The ballroom door remained open during their kiss. The volume of the music spilling into the hallway around them let Melora know it. It was a kiss for the gossips. For their individual self-serving interests. But not for their hearts or souls or even their libidos. Only the deafening rush of blood speeding past her ears, the heat of it surging through her veins, awakening her body in ways she couldn’t deny, suggested otherwise. Any second now Chance would stop kissing her… Pull away and take this fantasy, a lifetime in the making, with him. But until then…

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.

My body was responding with pure want and arching into him without me telling it to. A soft breeze came across from the ocean, cooling the hot kisses on my skin. I wondered if people could see us, since we were still outside and not secluded by windows or walls. Noah's hand was planted firmly on my breast, his fingers massaging me through the fabric of my dress. I moaned quietly, realizing that the only people who could see us at this private villa would be boats out on the ocean. With the darkening night, that would be close to impossible, but the thrill of possibly being seen was still there.

A full kiss was like being struck my lightning. He chuckled, nuzzling my inner thigh and tightening his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night. His lips applied pressure while his teeth and tongue worked magic. I had never had anything this wonderful in my life. He coaxed me gently to the edge of what I could take. “Aiden,” I whimpered as I started to shake. At his name, he slid one finger inside of me, sliding in on my excitement. With a flick of his tongue and finger in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.

Austin didn't answer, but stood up wanting to leave when Tasha pushed him back and he landed on the seat hard. "I asked a question, and this time, you would answer me. '' Her voice thickened as she walked up to him. She bent In Front of him, with little space in-between them. This time Austin couldn't feel the pleasant aura which would always drive him into wanting to kiss her or grab her. She made his legs shake, his heart was beating fast. She was a ghost, getting her pissed off isn't a good idea and he knew she could do things to him and no one would know what's happened except him. Getting her angry wasn't a good option but unfortunately she was now.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Ghost asks, his voice low and careful, his thumb brushing over my cheek like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I don’t answer with words. Instead, I pull him back down into another fierce kiss, letting my actions speak for me. I kiss him like it’s the only thing tethering me to the earth, pouring everything I can’t say into it—my confusion, my anger, my longing. Ghost groans against my mouth, his body pressing into mine like he can’t get close enough. His lips trail down my neck, and I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through me. For this moment, nothing else exists. Not my duties, not my fears, not the weight of the world outside this room. There’s only him, only us, only no