It's In His Kiss Novel Novels & Stories

(Iris) The touch of his lips against mine was electrifying, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t known existed. It was a kiss filled with both passion and restraint, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken bond between us. In that moment, everything else faded away. His warm hands framed my face gently, drawing me closer with a tenderness that contradicted the intensity of our kiss. Our breaths mingled, creating a shared rhythm that echoed the unspoken understanding between us. It was a moment where words were unnecessary, where every touch, every heartbeat, spoke volumes about the connection that had quietly grown between us.

When he pulled away, he looked down at me and said, “I could drop you home, grab my book, and come back here.” I remembered that I had to talk with Jess so I didn’t take his offer and shook my head. “No.” I took a step back and grabbed my bag from the bench. “I gotta go and meet Jess.” “Okay.” He nodded and gave me a light kiss. After Phraser’s kiss, I wanted more than just something light so I clung my hand to the back of his neck and pulled him down. He hesitated for a moment but he went for a full-blown kiss almost right away. The kiss was full and wet, one that sucked my breath and sent warm tingling all over my body. We’ve kissed a lot of times, hell, we even kissed a lot last night. Bu

Maybe I needed it to, because if I kissed her tonight, I wouldn’t stop at one. *** Isabella. It took me a full minute to move after he left. The door was still half-open, letting in the smell of rain. I stood there, holding a half-empty mug and an even fuller chest of feelings I didn’t know where to put. Noah had almost kissed me. Almost.

And I'm sure what he dropped yesterday was here at our school so I'm not a fool to think of things. "Baby, I forgot to give this to you. You left your ID in my condo, because you kissed me so much yesterday." She said smiling so I was still a bit stunned. Yes he is handsome, but he still stole my first kiss! "S-Thank you ..." I stopped when I saw them both look at me as if waiting for me to say something. "S-Thank you, b-baby." I continued to make this man smile even more. "Gosh, I can't believe this! Maybe you're planning to help me! Whenever you're really Serenity, you don't matter!" Futrie growled at us in disgust.

Then he murmurs, so low the sound is lost in the wind. "Mine." And then, only then, he truly kisses me. It is not a groom's kiss. It is a claim. His tongue asserts itself, possessive, dominating, marking his territory in a language only we understand. It is the kiss from the office, from the floor of his office, from the hotel mirror in Tokyo, concentrated into a few seconds stolen from public view. When he withdraws, my lips are numb, my breath short. Applause erupts, the music swells again. People smile, some wipe away a tear.

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

"It's okay, baby. We will get through this together. You just have to be strong for me and the children in your womb” I nodded, feeling a little bit better than ever before. Raising my tear-swollen face from Felix's neck, some strange spirit descended on me and I locked my lips to Felix's, kissing him passionately. Felix's lips were cold, devoid of passion and desire for me. He kissed me back, and it ignited a fire of lust in me. From running my hands seductively over his chest, I lowered my hands down to his trousers, dipping down there to grab his conk that I have always yearned for.

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

he warned, his voice laced with a terrifying possessiveness, "and the consequences will be dire. No man should ever touch you the way I do. Because, from this moment, you are mine and mine alone." A cruel smile played on his lips. Then, with a swiftness that stole her breath, he closed the remaining distance between them. His lips met hers in a slow, searing kiss, almost like a collision of fire and ice. It was a kiss unlike any she had ever known... So brutal yet so tender that it sent a jolt of electricity through her very core. She tried to resist, but there was something... An aura around him that forbids resistance and commands surrender.

“Good morning. Like what you see?” Lara gasped in much shock and pursed her lips in embarrassment. “I was just waiting for you to finish your session.” The girl looked at him carefully when suddenly she remembered that he was the man that she had kissed and the man had kissed her back in return, almost biting her lips.