Isabella Paradise Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

H 41 Sienna. The kettle whistled loudly, almost getting my attention, but I ignored it, flicking the last of the dried rose petals into the teacup. Isabella was sprawled across my couch, one socked foot hanging off the edge, flipping lazily through one of those trashy romance novels she pretended not to love. “You gonna get that?” she asked without looking up. “I’m dramatically finishing the aesthetic,” I replied, sliding the cup toward her. She accepted it with mock reverence. “You’re a goddess.”

Isabella's pov; Returning to California, I sat down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The kiss came back to me. Because I was shy, I rolled on the bed. He gave me a kiss. Did he kiss me? He kissed my lips!!! It was fantastic!! Where did he get that skill? Why was his kiss so delicious? I could still feel his lips on mine when I touched my lips. He was gentle, passionate, hot, and steamy. It had every flavour that a kiss should have. Why am I so fixated on his kiss? Why can't I get it out of my head?

He gripped my waist tighter making me gasp. Taking the chance he invaded my mouth. Holy..Jesus...I'm going to die with this sweetness. Gripping his hair tighter I kissed him with all force to meet his hunger. The kiss was passionate. Rough yet gentle. He kept me in place as I was falling on him. After like hours we separated. Freaking Isabella Kingston had her first kiss with a hottest man on earth her husband Aaron Kingston! His thumb came to my lips caressing it. His next words really took me to Mars..

But for now, she was trapped in his embrace, forced to endure the kiss that felt like a brand of ownership. Despite her initial resistance, Isabella's body eventually gave in to the kiss. Her lips softened, and she felt a spark of unwanted attraction. She tried to push the feeling away, but it only seemed to grow stronger. Collins' arms wrapped around her like a vice, holding her close as he deepened the kiss. Isabella felt trapped, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She didn't want to want him, but her body seemed to have other plans.

The kiss was possessive—a heavy, authoritative claim that branded her as his own. When he finally tore himself away, Isabella was left dizzy and panting for air. He watched her flushed face with predatory intensity. His thumb trailed upward, slowly smearing his own saliva across her lower lip, which was left red and swollen from the violence of his kiss. Then, with a jagged intake of breath, Isabella suddenly snapped back to her senses, the haze of the mate bond shattering like glass. Fury surged through her again, hot and blinding. She slapped his hand away and shoved his chest with all her might. "How dare you, you… disgusting asshole!" she hissed, her chest heaving. "How dare you kiss me?

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

Waves lapped at our feet as he pulled me further into his lap to kiss me again I wanted to kiss him for eternity with just the sun and the waves as the world. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured reverently, taking a strand of hair and tucking it carefully behind my ear. “So are you,” I replied, blushing. I wished my words were better, but they were still true. His chest was hot and smooth against my bare arms as he pulled me into yet another mind-shattering kiss. “Charlotte is going to wonder where we are,” I said with a giggle as the sun continued her climb. “Let her worry for a moment,” Bastian whispered, his lips going to my throat. I moaned softly as he nipped the delicate flesh. I was t

In the middle of the paradise that our God has given you, you could be easily tempted by such storms. Ericka's conscience is eating away at her because she is surrounded by a lot of temptations and opinions that she has already buried in her stomach. The blow of the turbulent windstorms that strike the stainless steel protecting the passenger bus loaded in the enormous passenger ship across the ocean separating the regions of the island she hopes to give her paradise allows her to let them out. Ericka is currently trying to figure out why she continues to live in this small, meaningless world that she has thought of as her paradise since she was a young child.

“No outsiders. No negotiations. Just pure indulgence. You will be shared freely, but you will remember who your true owner is.” She turned me to face her and kissed me slowly, her tongue exploring my mouth with possessive hunger. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire. “On your knees. Start with me.” I dropped gracefully to the polished deck, spreading my thighs wide as I lifted the hem of her dress. My tongue found her immediately, licking slow, deliberate strokes along her slit before pushing deep inside her. Isabella moaned softly, her hand in my hair as she guided me. The taste of her was intoxicating, and I devoured her with devotion, my moans vibrating against her clit.