Isabella Paradise Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

Stripped of everything I'd been holding it up with all morning. His mouth found mine. Hard. No preamble. The kiss arriving full and certain and complete — the way he did everything, like he'd made the decision three steps ago and was only now collecting on it. My phone was somewhere. My hands were in his shirt. His hands were lifting me — the desk behind me, him in front, the city twenty floors below and the office empty around us and my skirt— "Daemon." Isabella's voice. Loud. Clear. Cutting through the office like a blade thrown from across the room.

He spoke softly. He moved even closer and I inched toward him, his breath fanning on mine, before he slips into a kiss, and the knot in my stomach freed with happiness. He didn’t kiss me roughly, it was gentle, almost as if he were scared to break me, it was calming, his hand still playing with my hair and his lips, moving against mine, our eyes closed as I savored this moment, never in my life did I think I would share a kiss with a mafia king.

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.”

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.

she asks softly, drawing me closer so that my head rests against her warm chest, her heartbeat steady and calming, making me feel a bit better. I take a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Well, you see, I decided to immerse myself in the movie I was watching, and it hit me hard. The scene was just so heartbreaking—I couldn’t help but cry," I confess, sniffling as I recall the sad moment when they scattered the ashes of the girl into the vast ocean. The name of the movie escapes me, but the sad story lingers in my mind: a girl trapped by a medical condition that forbade her from ever seeing sunlight, only to accidentally step into the sunlight because of guys she likes so when she r

ISLA With that, he seized my lips in the fiercest kiss ever. His head swinging left and right as if to find the perfect position to devour me. He thrusted his tongue deeply into my mouth, swirling it and tasting every corner of my mouth. His hands wrapped around me firmly. I returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, the butterflies having a fiesty party in my stomach and bursting repeatedly, spreading warmth throughout every fiber of my being. He pulled me closer till I felt his bulge, it didn't take me a minute to feel hot all over, my pussy throbbing badly and craving to be penetrated by his big cock. I clung to him desperately as the kiss deepened. All of a sudden, Robert swept me off my f

He quickly noticed that I felt uneasy, so he parted his mouth from my shaking lips. "Missy, just relax and stay calm. I won't hurt you," he assures me. I nodded my head for confirmation. "Kiss me as you mean it," I whispered to him. We stared at each other for a moment and before we knew it, our lips were locked with each other. His tongue slips and wanders inside my mouth. I could feel in his kiss the pure desire as he pressed his lips to intensify the kiss. Gentle but rough at the same time. Playful and yet passionate, he holds onto my arms and clings them to his shoulder, then, his hand slowly runs down my body and wraps it around my waist. So close, our bodies have now become one.