Isabella Paradise Kiss Novels & Stories

We kissed again, a desperate, hungry kiss that was a mixture of raw desire and defiant rebellion. Then we broke apart. Our eyes met. A shared smirk playing on our lips. We both glanced sideways at Jonathan, his jaw hanging slack, his hand absently stroking his impressive cock – a thick, throbbing thing that looked like a brown, pulsing vine with a reddened cap. “I knew it would be massive,” Isabella murmured, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Join us, baby.” She returned to the kiss, her tongue dancing with mine. I closed my eyes as I savored the taste of her lips.

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.

So right. Isabella took my hesitation as consent and leaned in to capture my lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with mine. I kissed her back just as fiercely, my hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her towel. "Fuck," I panted when we broke apart for air. "You're driving me crazy." Isabella grinned, biting her lip as she slowly untied her towel and let it drop to the floor. I groaned at the sight of her naked body - all creamy skin and soft curves, with dusky nipples already hardened into tight peaks.

Isa leaned in to give her roommate a searing passionate kiss before rational thoughts could prevent her from getting the craving she needed to satiate. Emma gasped and pulled her away quickly. “What the—” She started, but Isabella cut her off before she could finish her words. “You know,” She murmured against Emma's lips, her voice so low it was almost a whisper, “you can do anything you want to me tonight.” Isabella dragged her pink tongue across her lower lip as she held Emma’s shocked gaze.

“I was given to him.” “Buy you never loved him the way you loved me, did you?” He asked, rubbing his hand gently on her cheek. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he dared. Isabella wanted to say something, wanted to protest, but her body betrayed her. She looked at his lips, and his eyes dropped to hers. Before either of them could pull back, Dante captured her mouth in a slow and confident kiss. It was hot…memory and temptation flooding her senses all at once. For a moment, Isabella surrendered herself to it, and the years slowly fell away. She was an eighteen years old girl again, dancing at balls and dreaming of freedom.

A kiss is pressed to the top of her head. “Both of us will survive, I promise. The world will not implode.” Another kiss, this time to Isabella’s mouth. “There's coffee in it for you.” Isabella makes a face but finally, finally drags herself out of bed. . TBC

"I will. Thanks, Mads." "Of course. Goodnight, Jay; love you." "Love you too." As soon as I hung up the phone, my I*******m feed popped back up. One scroll further revealed a picture of David and his new girl, Marissa. Don't do this to yourself, Jayna, just shut the phone off and go to bed, my subconscious warned.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX "Your grace….I…I'm sorry. I'm not your Luna." Isabella struggled under Alpha Kyrian's grip who refused to listen to her and made her succumb to him. As they kissed passionately in the hot bathtub many things went through Isabella's mind. "Oh, my goodness…I want more of him. His body and lips are so soft. And he kisses well. But what if he wakes up tomorrow and kills me? Shut up girl and just enjoy the moment."

Slowly, he closed his eyes and mashed his lips against hers, sealing her lips with a kiss. Thrills of excitement coursed through Isabella's spine, and shock waves traveled down her entire body to her cunt. Her nipples tingled and became harder. She couldn't resist the urge to kiss him back as she felt his tongue slowly slip into her mouth. It was difficult to resist him, and without conscience, she parted her lips open to return the kiss. His lips were the softest and sweetest she'd ever tasted.

That same graceful stride. My heart jumped. “Isabella…” I whispered again, blinking. She came closer, each step deliberate, hypnotic. She didn’t speak. Just lowered herself onto my lap, her legs crossing over mine, eyes locked on my lips. I stared at her, breath caught in my throat. Her lips parted. “I’m here now,” she whispered. And that was all it took. I grabbed her, crashing my lips against hers. She kissed me back with fire, our tongues moving to the beat of the pulsing music, wild and desperate. Her hands tangled in my hair. Mine slid down to her ass as I pulled her tighter, groaning into the kiss.