Isabella Paradise Kiss Novels & Stories

Isabella’s POV I am floating on Cloud number nine. I got my first kiss today from the man of my dreams. I always hoped for someone so kind, loving, and sweet for my first kiss. Zander treats me like I’m the most precious thing ever. Sigh. The reality is, though, I’m destined for evil incarnate. Antonio DeMarco will rip my world apart. I’m so glad the kiss on my wedding day with Antonio won’t be my first kiss. Gosh, if he knew I kissed Zander, he would torture him to death. We need to keep this a secret.

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.

|| RECOMMENDED SONG: Lips On You By Maroon 5 || In her entire lifetime, Isabella didn't expect that she would actually kiss someone from her own initiative. The idea seemed utterly stupid but his lips on her didn't feel awkward in reality. Lucien was yet to proceed what just happened but she disengaged their lips too fast when reality hit her. But the feeling was amazing. His lips were soft, more likely a piece of butter slice with a little mix of strawberry fragnance. Though she had her doubt on its naturality, she wouldn't have minded if it continued a bit longer. For a woman like her who just lost her first kiss, Isabella was burning in shame fever. All the wished that the ground could sw

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.

Wearing the red dress. Crown of subway tokens on her curls. Eyes red and ancient. Her smile resembles the one my niece has. “Hello family " she speaks, her voice a blend of every tone that belongs to her. Those that do not. "You’ve arrived on time, for cake.” Her heart pulses a beat from, behind. Hard. The bonds constrict. The city murmurs, harmonizing flawlessly with Isla’s voice: “Let’s begin.” Chapter 84 Marco Vasquez

I don't think I'd ever be able to go without feeling him there. He's a drug and I'm addicted. He's like the weed that I get high to. The kiss was slow and tender completely different to the ones we've shared before. I think it's because we've both realised that we could've lost this. I guess it's our way of cherishing our time together. We both walked into the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Isabella there. Does this bitch not have a home to go to? She's the heir of a fucking billionaire so I think she'd have a couple of homes in her name.

Isabella The city lights below seemed to blur as the kiss deepened, the sweetness of the birthday greeting shifting into something hungrier and more desperate. Gabriel’s hand moved from my waist to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer, his breath hitching against my lips. He broke the kiss just for a second, his forehead resting against mine, his chest heaving. "Isabella," he groaned, a low, rough sound that vibrated through me. "If we don’t stop now..."

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.