I Want To Kiss Your Lips Novels & Stories

My fingers slide down to her chin and my face is just an inch apart from hers. Our noses touch and I stare at her rose petal lips which I wanted to not only kiss for formality on the wedding day, not for showing people that we're a happy couple. Those kisses which didn't last longer than a second used to make me desperate to devour her lips like the way they should be. I wanted to suck her lips, nibble them, assault them sweetly, and kiss her until she forgets how to breathe until she's consuming the air coming out of my lungs until she fucking tastes like me. My hand travels down to my throat and I lose myself completely in that moment. I could only see the most tempting asset closer to me—

I asked, noticing the flicker of anticipation in her eyes as she nibbled on her lower lip. Raising my index finger, I delicately pulled her lip from between her teeth. "Allow me," I murmured, my voice filled with desire. Leaning in, I pressed my lips against hers, initiating a passionate kiss. With a gentle bite, I grazed her soft lower lip, savoring its tenderness. My tongue danced and caressed, exploring the contours of her mouth, infusing our connection with an intoxicating fervor.

I boldly state; not waiting for her answer, I start moving my lips breath by breath closer to hers. The moment our lips touch, the world vanishes in an instant. Her lips are softer than I ever imagined, and she tastes even sweeter than heaven. My lips are firm against hers, but the kiss remains soft, gentle, and slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync. My eyes fall closed, and all I could feel was her. Her warmth, her touch, her being.

I spoke softly and gently, running my thumb over her lower lip. "You-you do?" She opened her eyes to look at me. Oh, how I wanted to! I didn't waste time answering, I held her face like something delicate and precious and pressed my lips to hers. I kissed her gently, softly and delicately, but I wanted more, I ran my tongue over her lips and nibbled. She sighed contentedly and my tongue entered her mouth, eager and wanting. I drank from her sweet lips and invited her tongue to dance with mine. I claimed her for myself, as if making it clear that those beautiful lips were only mine and that I wanted her, wanted her so much.

Hard. His lips aren't kissing me back, not at first. But once the initial shock wears off, his arms wrap around me. He brings me closer with an urgent need, and then his tongue meets mine. Our kiss isn't rough. It's soft and affectionate, filled with love and passion. So many words are conveyed through our lips: I love you, I accept you, and please be mine. I can't get enough and press my body against his hard chest, demanding more of his lips. He tastes like heaven, which is why I pout when he breaks free from our kiss.

His gaze was intense, filled with a desire that mirrored my own. I reached up, pulling him closer, and our lips met in a heated, passionate kiss. The world around us seemed to dissolve as our mouths moved together with an urgent hunger. His lips were warm and firm against mine, parting to deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangled, exploring and teasing in a dance of desire that left me breathless. The kiss was a perfect blend of softness and fierceness, our bodies pressed close, feeling each other's warmth through the heat of the moment.

"What do you want from me?" Ivan’s expression softened slightly, though his grip remained steady. "I want you. I want to know how it feels again to have you in my bed." My eyes widened as he pulled me closer, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. My body pressed against his, and I could feel the heat radiating from him. He leaned in, closing the distance between us, and captured my lips with his. I gasped involuntarily as our tongues met, the kiss igniting a spark that sent a jolt through me. The kiss was brief but intense before Ivan pulled back, his hot breath grazing my neck and making me shiver.

I so desperately want to claim those lips. The moment our lips touch, the world vanishes in an instant. Her lips are softer than I ever imagined, and she tastes even sweeter than heaven. My lips are firm against hers, but the kiss remains soft, gentle, and slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync. My eyes fall close, and all I can feel is her. Her warmth, her touch, her being.

I want him… I want him so badly. I can’t resist it anymore, and I lean in, capturing his lips in a tender and passionate kiss. He responds immediately, his mouth moving against mine with a hunger that feels nostalgic. The kiss deepens, our tongues tangling as the heat between us builds, the desire that’s been simmering just beneath the surface finally breaking free. With fumbling hands, I reach for his belt, tugging at the leather with a desperation that borders on a frenzy. I need to feel him, to be as close to him as possible, to lose myself in the love and passion that binds us together.

His green eyes darken further, his desire nearly tangible. "Mine," he whispers, the single word a possessive claim. His lips hover over mine, his gaze locked onto me as though he is utterly mesmerized. "I want you," he finally growls, before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. A gasp escapes me, my mouth yielding to him instantly as his tongue slides in, stroking, claiming, teasing. The heat between us intensifies, our movements feverish, desperate. The kiss deepens, raw and urgent, a battle of dominance neither of us wants to win.