I Kiss You Novels & Stories

he murmurs from his knees. I grin and reach for his soaked sweater. “Come here,” I whisper, pulling him closer to me, craving the taste of his lips against mine. The moment our mouths meet, it's like striking a match—everything ignites. His kiss is fierce, electric, and all-consuming. My hands move eagerly, tugging his sweater over his head, followed by his t-shirt, both landing forgotten as the warm spray of the shower rains over us.

he confessed, a hint of vulnerability shining through his confident demeanor. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was momentarily taken aback, but the intensity of the moment swept me away. I responded to his embrace, reciprocating the desire that had been brewing within me for far too long. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was a kiss unlike any other—a culmination of longing, yearning, and unspoken desires.

"And you're my king, Kavan. I never dreamed of a love like this." Their lips met in a tender kiss, a testament to the depth of their feelings. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the warmth of their embrace and the softness of their lips against each other. It was a kiss filled with promises, a silent vow to stand by each other through every challenge that life might throw their way. As they broke the kiss, Kavan rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet intimacy of the moment. "I love you, Kazia," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

She whispered and slammed her lips against his, She kissed him desperately and needy, no space for him to breathe. Isaiah pulled out, he was surprised with her action. “Are you sure about this?”. “Shut up and kiss me.” She commanded and he crashed his lips on hers .The kiss wasn't soft. It was rough and wild hungry. Their lips collided in a clash— desperate and needy. He slid his tongue tangling it with hers as they were left almost breathless.

“Don’t put yourself down. I love you Karina. I don’t care about your past.” Karina nodded. “Thank you.” Karina was happy—very happy. There was a man who accepted her with open arms. A man who didn’t care how bad her past was. But why is her heart still not open to a man as good as Iqbal? “ I wanna kiss you .” Iqbal approached. *I wanna kiss you. Karina nodded. He put both hands around Iqbal's neck. Starting their lips. Iqbal tasted Karina's addictive lips. Pulling Karina's nape to deepen their game.

Sincerity has always been our motto. Me: I’m sorry I don’t sound so excited about your kiss, maybe I am a bit angry at you for telling me not to kiss him. Tbvh, I know you are right but I don’t want to hear it. I want to kiss him again. I am not sure he will ever like me but when we kiss, it feels so right. I can’t stay away from him. That feeling is out of this world. I am SUPER GLAD you got another kiss, it’s nice to get a kiss from someone you like. It is nicer if the person likes you back but I’m fine with this for now. He might start liking me later, who knows?

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

Isla whispered, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and desire. The words were barely out of her mouth when she felt Vincent lean down, his lips hovering just above hers. Without hesitation, she met him halfway, her lips locking with his in a kiss that was deep and intense, a kiss that spoke of everything they had been through and everything they wanted in that moment. The world around them seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of them tangled in a passionate embrace, their hearts beating in perfect sync.

The kiss was a possessive demand, a silent command that left no room for argument. Even while his lips were still on mine, Ryker moved with a savage purpose. He spread my legs, unzipped his trousers, and slammed his cock into me in one swift, brutal motion. The sudden, deep invasion made my vision go white. I gasped and moaned into the kiss, a sound that was a mix of shock and pleasure, but Ryker was too lost in the moment to even notice my struggle for air.