Ghosts Kissing Novels & Stories

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

she wailed as she took the hem of her wet skirt and wiped the blood from his face before gently kissing it. Ian lifted a large, calloused, sun-weathered hand for her to take. His grip was noticeably weak as she took it in her smooth, silken, petite one. Tears flowed down her lips as she kissed his fisted knuckles before holding his hand tight against her breast. His lips formed her name as air passed from them, but it lacked the power to make the sound. “You get away from him!” Angel bellowed as she struggled to forge her way through the flames to them. “He belongs to me now!”

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

He bites my pussy then dives his tongue inside, licking my core, barely touching the g-spot over and over. “Ghost, I want Milo.” I cry out. “I want Milo to fuck me.” In a flash, Ghost is face to face with me. His chin is dripping wet with his devilish smile, watching my reaction to his handiwork before he relinquishes control. “So you like bites?” He kisses me roughly, letting me taste myself from his tongue while his thumb massages my clit. “Uh-huh.” I groan, too close to the edge of an orgasm to respond in another way. “Milo…”

He claimed my lips for a hot, wet kiss, not caring if we had an audience. Rain huffed. Ghost stood beside my best friend with a smirk on his lips. “Disgusting maniacs,” Rain murmured under her breath. Klaus finally released me. “Says the girl who had a threesome in a public restroom.” She narrowed her eyes on me. “That was a one time thing!” she said, hearts flying out of her eyes as she coiled an arm around Ghost’s waist. “I am a one-man girl now.” “You better be.” I suppressed a grin, narrowing my eyes.

Up on the tips of my feet, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. Healing came through that kiss - slow, full, finished without rush. It held nothing like fear. Hesitation stayed far away. Ghosts didn’t drift where our breath met. Only us - two souls moving through flames, deciding to step out hand in hand. Around me, Ethan’s arms locked tight, drawing my body fully into his while he returned the kiss with everything inside. A small shake ran through his fingers on my spine, yet his lips moved firm, pressing love, thanks, and long-held sorrow into each moment.

Then he pulled Celeste into his arms and lowered his head to kiss the thin lips he had longed for. The two little men felt very happy. Several people around them held the children skillfully, and took Celeste's luggage to the car first. The eyes of the beautiful woman who looked like a ghost looked straight at the couple, who were kissing each other. With a horrified expression and a ghost-like facial appearance. 'I lost before the fight!' she thought to herself. The passionate couple, reluctant to leave each other's lips and tongues, and facing bodies that were hot and thirsty for touch, but they were still in public.

she whispered sadly, lifting her gaze to find mine. Her words stirred something inside me, and a tender smile followed on my lips. I closed the space between us and pecked her on the lips. When we broke away, Emily seemed to be disappointed and pouted. "Kiss her properly, your moron!" Ghost hissed from the back of my mind. "She wants some proper and deep smooching!" I dropped my head again, taking her lips hostage. Emily's breathing hitch and her sweet arousal hit my nose. Ghost was going berserk inside my mind, begging me to have him released.

I saw her quiet down, and she looked at Brixton with glossy eyes, and she held her pinky finger as a question of his honesty. “Uncle Brixton, do you promise that? Are you not scared of ghosts like papi?” “Of course I’m not scared of ghosts, Bella, because me and your papi will scare that ghost away if there is one.” Brixton suddenly looked at me while talking to Bella. “No ghost would ever be scary enough to take you away from me. I will always be there to save you and protect you from the ghost.” We held each other's gaze as the words he uttered were directed to Bella, but his gaze told me it was also meant for me. We broke eye contact when Karl cleared his throat, and a smiling little Bell

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.