Isabella Paradise Kiss Novels & Stories

Hasn't she kissed in a long time? “Yes” she paused and added “kiss me again” she cannot let such ecstatic feelings slip away just like that. She wants to have a feeling of it again. “Oh that? At your service” he said as he took the space beside her and lifted her to his thighs and started kissing her again. He was domineering and possessive. He held no restraint as he kissed her, a soft moan escaped Isabella's lips. He can't believe they're together now, engrossed with each other in a passionate kiss. He kissed her neck and she moaned, holding him tightly and would have worked down to her nipples until there was a bell at the door.

Diana takes the seat opposite me, quietly opening her book again. “Sir,” Bonnie says hesitantly, “would you like me to bring refreshments for you and your guest?” I say nothing. I look at Diana instead, silently passing the decision to her. She meets my eyes. Then she turns to Bonnie. “No, thank you.” Bonnie nods, preparing to leave. “Oh—and Bonnie, right?” “Yes, ma’am.” “I’m his fiancée,” Diana says with a warm smile. “Not a guest.” Bonnie freezes. “Fi—fiancée? I’m so sorry, ma’am, I didn’t know.”

A kiss that promised ruin. Isabella’s lips parted, a tremor of rage and triumph curling in her chest. She had the weapon she needed now. The secret that could shatter the Rossis from the inside. And she would use it.

The promise woven into his kiss. Isabella’s breath hitched, her lips trembling against his. She had spent so long wondering, imagining what his kiss would feel like. How many nights had she lain awake, restless, staring into the darkness as visions of him haunted her? She had imagined softness, strength, maybe even the risk of disappointment. But nothing, nothing, could compare to this. His lips were both gentle and consuming. Demanding yet patient. Every brush, every tilt of his mouth felt like he was both devouring her and worshipping her.

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

She had never been the type to be so bold, yet in this moment, it felt as if something deep within her was pushing her to take this step, to finally give in to the feelings she had kept buried for so long. To her surprise, the moment the words left her lips, Vincent didn’t hesitate. It was as though he had been waiting for this exact moment, anticipating her need for him. Without saying another word, he leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a swift and passionate kiss. The kiss was immediate, overwhelming, and full of an intensity she hadn’t expected. Isla’s senses spun as the warmth of his lips and the softness of his touch consumed her, and she couldn’t help but wonder where she found th

he asked. Karen did not hesitate, she whispered, "Zachary." "Zachary Liam Kord." Kevin finished. Karen turned to him, tiptoed and kissed him. Kevin held her waist closer to him, deepening the kiss. Suddenly someone coughed from behind. Karen broke away from the kiss and looked back to find Ian. "What the fuck, man?" hissed Kevin. Ian apologized with a grin, "It's just your father needs you right now." "Why?" Ian shrugged, "Find out."

He whispered something, but she couldn’t hear it—her mind went blank as the warmth of his lips spread over hers. His lips moved gently at first, and soon she began to respond, her pace slowly matching his. Heat rose within her as her hands gripped his white shirt, her eyes half-closed, lost in a feeling she had never experienced before. As soon as Icarus pulled away, Isaias captured her lips without hesitation. His kiss was intense—unlike Icarus’s soft and comforting one, it carried a sense of dominance. While Isaias held her in the kiss, Icarus pressed a lingering kiss against her neck, making Amethysta shiver under their touch.

She replies instantly, "Yes, yes, yes.... I'm dying to meet my mate. Please take one. Let us get to know each other and have fun.” Isabella's gonna be mad as fuck, but you know what? I don't give a shit anymore. What's she gonna do? Fuck someone else? Marry someone else? She's already doing that. There's literally nothing that can hurt me more. So, fuck it. "Okay, baby. I could never say no to you... but before that, let me kiss you as myself," I say, taking off her cap to press a kiss to her soft lips, very lightly. Surprisingly, it's her who grabs my neck and deepens the kiss, which doesn't make me angry. Not at all. Especially not when she tugs at the shirt covering me to touch my cock: "

Isabella appreciated the kindness and found solace in his company. As the night wore on, Isabella found herself drawn to Desmond. They had always been close, and now, in her time of need, he was there for her. Isabella leaned in and kissed him, feeling a spark of passion ignite between them. He responded eagerly, and soon they were lost in each other's embrace.