Hungry Kisses Novels & Stories

All of her attention was on the weight of him against her, the heat that radiated from his skin in waves, the way his hands moved — one in her hair, one spread flat against the wall beside her head, caging her in with careful, deliberate intent. He kissed down her jaw, her throat, and she felt every point of contact like a spark landing on dry wood. "Kael—" "Yes?" His mouth was at the curve of her neck, his breath warm against her skin, and the word came out low and unhurried and entirely focused. "If we—" She stopped. Tried again. "The curse accelerates—"

Chapter 25 (Hungry For You) "Permit me," Collins asked for permission. And she nodded, almost peeing on her pants. He moved his face a bit and slammed his lips on hers. Piper gasped loudly, causing Collins to gain more access into her mouth. They kept kissing hungrily. One will think their whole life depends on it, because of how hungry they were devouring their lips. Piper tried to withdraw her lips from his but a sharp blurry image stripped into her head with a full force she shut her eyes tightly, that same moment she stopped kissing Collins who happened to know what's happening ?.

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.

She couldn't help herself but kissed me back. I smiled while our lips were still tasting each other and I pinned her to the door, she didn't react and was still embracing me. It was damn hot! We were being naughty. Pinning her more to the door, we kissed passionately, soft and smooth. Time was like in slow motion, I never kissed a woman like this before. I could felt her catching her breath but it didn't stop us. I didn't know how long we were kissing but I love the way she was kissing me back, it was turning me on. But then unfortunately, a sudden knock disturbed us and she hurriedly pushed me.

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

He kissed her. deep and hungry, like he’d run out of patience and restraint all at once. His mouth claimed hers, lips moving with urgency, devouring every breath, every soft sound she made. It wasn’t gentle, it was needed. Weeks of hunger poured into one kiss. Izzy gasped into his mouth, fingers tightening in his shirt as he pulled her closer, like he was afraid of any space between them. His kiss was demanding, relentless, stealing her breath and giving it back in uneven bursts. She could feel it… how much he wanted her, how much he’d missed her.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

It's urgent, but then I kiss her back too. Hungry. Starving. We break apart, breathing heavily.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”