Isabella Paradise Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

Outside the movie centre, I became friends with a petite beautiful lady who had come to Gut's Island for nearly the same reason as mine. She was heartbroken. "Since I came, I have never felt so peaceful in my life like I do. Everywhere is serene to mourn and get over the past incidents." Her name was Selena Sepals. She works in one biggest companies in the country yet no stable and genuine lover. At this time, we were seated in an open space with people passing by.

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.

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?

She didn’t want him to stop, but Mateo was peering up at her, demanding that she answer. “I just… just wish I could have your kisses daddy.” Mateo demanded. “Where?” “Maybe on my pussy.” No sooner did she get it out when Mateo bent his head to plant an open mouth kiss directly over her tiny clit. “Right here baby? Is this where you want daddy to kiss?” Isabella gasped, jerking her head up and down when she couldn’t answer right away. “Yes. Yes, and maybe your tongue a little. Just on my pussy please.”

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?