He Hit Me And It Felt Like A Kiss Novels & Stories

He was staring at me, his gaze intense, which only made me more nervous. I should have stepped backward, put an end to it, but my eyes widened in surprise. His warm lips touched mine, and a sensation I couldn't comprehend washed over me. I realized he was kissing me, and I should have pushed him away, but why was I falling into it? My eyes closed instinctively, my knees weakening, and a shiver ran down my spine. Was this how a kiss felt? Did it have the power to short-circuit my mind and erase all reasoning? And why did it feel so good? The way his soft, sweet lips moved against mine, the gasp that escaped me when he gently bit my lower lip, and the sensation of his tongue on mine.

His lips crashed onto mine, hungry and demanding. But as his tongue invaded my mouth, a jolt of recognition slammed into my chest. He tasted hauntingly familiar, like a memory I couldn’t quite reach, and for a heartbeat, it felt as if this kiss had happened a thousand times before. I moaned as my body responded despite my mind's protests. His hands moved to my hair, tangling in the strands, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and a surge of heat pooled between my legs.

Then, with a determined exhale, I closed the distance. Nico's lips met mine in a collision of surprise and delight. The kiss, unexpected and raw, was a jolt of electricity that sent shivers down my spine. The world around me dissolved, replaced by the taste of cherry chapstick and the scent of Nico's cologne, a comforting familiarity that sent my head spinning. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer, I melted into his embrace. The kiss, no longer hesitant, was a symphony of unspoken confessions. His tongue explored mine, a gentle dance that spoke volumes of the emotions we had both held captive.

It was a kiss that felt like an eternity, yet passed in the blink of an eye, leaving an indelible mark on my heart and a promise of more to come. In that moment, I tasted the realization of a long-held fantasy. Logan's kiss was a revelation, a testament to the years of longing that had brought us to this point. He reciprocated my kiss with a passion that mirrored my own, the warmth of his mouth sending shivers down my spine.

Before I could fully appreciate the beauty in front of me, she abruptly grabbed my shirt, forcefully pulled me inside, and dropped me onto the bed. As she climbed up, she enveloped me with her legs and pressed her lips against mine. The kiss felt unfamiliar, perhaps due to her recent return from the dead. Our lips met, and a wave of mixed emotions washed over me. It was a bittersweet sensation, a blend of longing and confusion.

I felt like I was melting into his gaze, like I was home. He hovers in front of me, an inch closer than before. The gentle pressure of his lips on mine was like a whisper of love. As our lips touched, the world around us melted away, and all that was left was the two of us, lost in the magic of our love. The kiss was a sweet awakening, a tender gesture that brought me back to the present moment, back to the warmth of his embrace, back to the love that we shared. My heart skipped a beat as I felt his love pour into me, filling me with joy, happiness, and contentment.

“Do this. It’s not right.” I laughed low, because nothing has ever felt as right as kissing her, and I touched my lips to hers. A sharp squeak buzzed through our connection, and I tugged lightly on her bottom lip with my teeth. Fuck, she tastes sweet, like candy and Moscato wine, like summer breaking through a fall day.

Softly, gently, but with a passion that left me breathless. As his lips met mine, it was like a spark of electricity had ignited between us. The air around us seemed to be charged with tension, and I felt like I was melting into his embrace. The kiss was fierce and passionate, like a stormy sea crashing against the shore. It took my breath away, leaving me gasping and wanting more. I seemed like I was being swept off my feet like the ground beneath me had given way, and I was falling, falling, falling into the depths of his eyes.

BAEKALIS’ POV I think a piece of me died with that kiss. The second his lips grazed mine, it was like it was helping me itch a part of my skin that I didn't even know itched. It…rewired my brain chemistry, to put it simply. It felt good, almost like he was inhaling the bad air in my lungs and replaced it with a new one that was more refreshing. Wait…that sounded wrong. Either way, it was more than anything I had ever imagined it would be.

He pushed me against the wall, and I felt a slight pain cut through me as my back hit the wall. This time, his kiss was more desperate and passionate. His tongue glided in my mouth, deepening the kiss and tasting every inch of my mouth. It was the kind of kiss that made me feel like I was soaring. I pressed my body against him, wanting to feel every inch of him. With each passing moment, the intensity of the kiss grew until I was utterly lost in his arms.