I Kiss You Novels & Stories

I said and walked to her then I pecked her on her lips. "Your lips are just irresistible" I said and she smiled. "Goodbye" I said and she walked inside. I got inside my car and drove off. "I guess I am in love again"

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I whisper, "Ding, Ding, Round 3!" Pulling him down close enough to nip at his bottom lip, Dragon curses under his breath in Spanish, then crashes into me. The kiss was a bayou storm—untamed, all-consuming, devouring the space between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. I was the drought-parched earth; he was the lightning strike. Our tongues clashed like two weather fronts, and when he bit my lip, I tasted copper and the promise of rain. Flipping me onto my back, his laughter muffled against my mouth. His hands roam but linger at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I nod, breathless.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

Can I kiss you? That was what it said. It was the title track of Romeo's latest album and it had been blowing up on tiktok with people using it for the friends to lovers challenge. Literally, that song had turned the fate of many friendzoned individuals, it was just too perfect. It is dark but I see you We are friends but we are forever Give me one sweet moment Just to land in your eyes We never learn Even when the heart tell Even when I ask maybe as a joke Can I kiss you?

Iyyar gestures with his fingers for her to come nearer. She walked up to him, her face some inches away from his face, She notices how he gapes at her lips. "I want a kiss, Rissa, kiss me," he said. She stretches her legs so her face could reach his, and she kissed him. Iyyar uses the little opportunity to wrap his hands around her waist pressing her body to his, he felt the fullness of her bosom, and he bent his head and cover her lips with his. Iyyar's kiss speaks volumes, it was slow but so intense. Rissa dug her hand into his hair, she let go of any thoughts that would distract her from satisfying her cravings for him.

Softly, she muttered, "K - Kyle." Not minding at all her surroundings, she cried her heart out, running in Kyle's direction. She crashed into his arms, feeling the hardness of his chest, and looked up, tipping her toes in search of his lips! "Kyle," she faintly called his name just before sealing his rims. The moment their lips met, Kyle and Gabrielle shared a brief but hot kiss, regardless of whoever was around! Both of them did not care, just relieved that they are, once again in each other's arms.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

“I’ll give you my body but you’d better be able to handle it like a man. I want you to fuck me, Theo. I want it hard and for me to scream out. I want you to make me come so hard I won’t recognize myself. Theo’s member reacted in his pants, also he could tell his heart was racing. I can handle anything that you throw at me. Sasha’s eyes were on fire with desire, and she inched in closer, her lips touching his. “Right. Well let’s begin shall we?” He leaned in for a kiss and gave her a deep french kiss, his tongue at play in her mouth. Sasha’s hands were on Theo’s body, her fingers running over the muscles of his chest and abs. She felt his erection against her, the heat from his body and chuck