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

Avery could feel every inch of him against her, the heat of his skin seeping into hers. The kiss was a symphony of sensations, each touch and caress a note in a beautiful, complex melody. Avery felt herself getting lost in the moment, her mind clouded with desire and affection. Cruz's kiss was all-consuming, a force of nature that left her breathless and wanting more.

I licked the skin until he let go of his lips with me giggling harder. The giggle fell away as he claimed my lips so sweetly. The kiss was mind-blowing. It was like sweet sucrose in my mouth yet not so aggressive. It was like smooth creamy ice cream melting in your mouth on a hot day. It was like biting into a watery fruit when thirsty. It was bliss, my brain cells buzzing with my toes curled as my hands interlocked behind him and curled into each other. It was the most innocent and sweetest kiss.

It was a sudden, electric jolt, like a lightning strike on a warm, sultry night. Myla gasped, taken aback by the sheer force of Noah's desire. Her initial shock gave way to a surge of adrenaline, and she found herself responding to his hungry kiss. Their mouths melded together in a fiery embrace, tongues tangling as they explored the depths of each other's mouths. It was a kiss born of unrestrained lust, untamed and primal.

Layla's P. O. V. His breath fans my lips when he leans closer, and then our lips collide, like two meteors on their way down to earth. Yes, because that's how this simple kiss made me feel, made the bottom of my stomach feel. That's exactly what this kiss is– earth-shattering, mind-blowing and intoxicating.

His lips, warm and familiar, pressed against mine, and I felt it—him, claiming me. The kiss wasn’t sweet or gentle, no. It was violent in its intimacy, a dark, suffocating force that pressed me into the mirror.

he whispered. His kiss was a tender and fierce paradox. His lips captured mine with an urgency that left me breathless. The unexpected and sharp bite was a jolt to my system, a moment of pain that melded seamlessly into something more profound. I tasted blood, his and mine, mingling in a kiss that transcended the physical realm, propelling us into the whitespace in his mind again.

In that moment, his touch ignited a spark within me, momentarily overpowering my anger and confusion. My initial instinct was to push him away, to assert my independence and claim back control. But as his lips moved against mine with a fervent urgency, a part of me hesitated. It was as if the bond itself had woven its way into the fabric of our kiss, whispering promises of a connection too powerful to resist.

I melted in the sweetness of this kiss and his scent. Is this a male stripper... My second chance?!

She said, obviously seeing my curiosity at those pictures. Her hand rose to my face, cupping my cheek. She leaned closer, her breath warm. Before I could react, her lips pressed to mine. I stiffened. The kiss was… wrong. I didn’t like it, in fact it made me feel assaulted. Is this part of the symptoms of hitting my head in the gym? My body didn’t move at first. Then, hesitantly, I kissed her back. Because she was right, this was what I used to do, this was normal, the evidence are in the pictures.

Liam was actually kissing me. My heart nearly exploded in my chest. I froze, shocked by his sudden move, but within seconds, I melted into the kiss. I couldn’t stop myself—I honestly didn’t want to. I crossed my arms behind his neck and kissed him back, tasting the warmth of his lips. It was soft, slow, and sweet… like we had both waited forever for this moment.