I Want To Kiss Your Lips Novels & Stories

he feeds huskily into my mouth before starting to devour my lips. I can't make myself to pull away as an intense desire washes over me with his each passionate peck. I wrap a hand around his shoulder and close my eyes, melting into the kiss. His lips, like powerful magnets, clasp my bottom lip and smoothly glide in rhythm, igniting fire in my stomach. An intoxicating warmth fills me all over as his warm finger tips caresses my cheeks while his ravenous lips consume me, fervidly.

I needed to say something, anything. "You're soaked through," I managed to say, my voice laced with desire. My eyes locked with his, and his lips parted, conveying a shared longing. "Why did you come...?" Before I could finish my sentence, his lips pressed against mine, silencing my words. His kiss was intense, passionate, as if he had perfected the art of kissing through countless practice. We hungered for each other, aching with a desire that consumed us both. I yearned to tear his clothes off, my body craving his touch, longing for him to be inside me. The anticipation drove me to the brink of madness. What had once been a mere fantasy was about to become a reality.

His lips are so tender, so sweet, and so gentle. Darn! I want to kiss him for, at least, the whole day. The moment our lips started moving, I knew I didn't want just a peck or a kiss that would last for a few seconds. I wanted something deep; if possible, I wanted this kiss to last forever. He wraps one hand around my back, the other one moving to the back of my neck to keep me steady. Together, we dive deep into this sin. The sweetest sin His touch is magical, and his kiss is undeniably the same. He seeks permission to enter my mouth, and I willingly grant it. Without thinking and without holding back, I let him in, and our tongues took off on the adventure.

Leaning in, he felt a rush of adrenaline as he whispered in her ear, his voice soft yet filled with longing, "I understand how you feel, I couldn't sleep too, that is why I came, I want the same thing you want". Hoping to bridge the gap between them and ignite the passion that lay dormant between them, he leaned over once more, but this time not to whisper into her ears, but to capture her lips with his, in a passionate kiss.

NYX'S POV Before I could manage to respond, his lips descended upon mine in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that conveyed a multitude of emotions — longing, hunger, and a fierce possessiveness.In that moment, our lips melded together in a fiery dance, igniting a conflagration of passion between us. His kiss was intense, his lips moved hungrily against mine, seeking an unspoken connection that transcended the physical realm. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, revealing the depths of our desire and the unyielding magnetism that drew us together.

She replied, her voice a whisper as her eyes studied the curve of his lips, wishing he would crash them against hers. "Anticipation for what?" his lips were at her ear and she shuddered as his breath kissed her skin. "For you to-" "To do what?" He questioned. "To kiss me." She replied. A low growl sounded in his throat. "Where?" The question perplexed Isis and she grew silent. "What do you mean?" "I mean that I want to kiss you, I need to kiss you but there are so many places other than those intoxicating lips I would like to taste."

Ivy's heart raced as he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, like a whisper of promise. Victor's lips were warm and inviting, and Ivy felt herself melting into him, her heart soaring with emotion. The kiss deepened, Victor's tongue tracing the outline of her lips, sending sparks of electricity through her body.

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.

I kissed the back of her neck. "I'm mad at you." She whispered back. I loosened my arms so she could face me. I kissed her lips. "What did I do love?" "You came in late and made me wait before you came to say hey." She pouted. I laughed softly. " I'm sorry babe. I had some things I needed to take care of. Why don't I give you that hello now?" I pulled her close and kissed her. I wasted no time in getting on top of her and showing her how much I missed and love her.

Ivan’s hand slid up from Arisha's jaw, cupping her face, his thumb brushing lightly across her trembling lips. The intensity in his eyes was unbearable, a fire that had been smoldering for years. He couldn’t wait anymore. The dam of frustration, longing, and unanswered questions finally broke. Without another word, he crushed his lips against hers in a heated, desperate kiss. The moment their lips met, every ounce of doubt vanished. It was her. The taste, the softness, the electricity that surged between them—everything screamed of that night.