It's In His Kiss Novel Novels & Stories

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

Esmeralda Holy shit. Jaxson is hot, and he listens and now he is kissing me. It's the kind of kiss you only ever read about in romance books. I can't help but gasp and he uses that to slide his tongue in my mouth. That's when things get interesting.

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

He pulled back so we could catch our breath, resting his forehead against mine. “I love you, Novel,” he whispered. “I know.” He smiled and shook his head. “I mean I love you, Novel. No one but you. You are my future, my present, and my forever.” He kissed me again, this time with even more emotion. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. He whispered against my lips, “You’re a treasure, Novel, and I am glad I am the Treasure Keeper.” The kiss was soft, warm, and felt like home. Eventually, I pulled back slightly. “Alexei, do you think we will forever be happy? What if the…….”

Instead, he stepped back, smiled and then put his hand on her neck and brought her in for a better, less surprised kiss. There were some men who just knew how to kiss. He was one of those men. He was the kind of man that was able to start a fire with just a touch. He was the kind of man that romance novels were written about. This was a kiss that would make Romeo and Juliet jealous. His lips fused to hers as he sucked the rest of her energy and swallowed her whole. Heat zinged down from her lips, through her chest, and straight to her core. She was fairly sure her little black dress was about to go up in flames.

No, devoured her. This wasn’t a chaste kiss, or a gentle, sweet locking of lips. This was possession, fire, and passion. The kind of kiss she read about in a few of the Johannesce books she talked about. The hand on her cheek moved toward the back of her head, holding her in place as he took her lips. She placed her hands on his waist, not sure what to do with them, feeling a little out of place and not completely herself. Then as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing across her mouth, she gasped.

Each kiss was a promise, a reassurance that he was there for her, no matter how much she doubted herself. Finally, he captured her lips with his, their mouths moving together in a sweet, lingering kiss. The taste of her tears mingled with the warmth of his affection, creating an intimate connection that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with understanding, compassion, and an unyielding love that transcended her fears. “You are here with me in my life; that’s enough for me,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and sincere. The sincerity in his words wrapped around her heart, making her feel cherished and valued.

Ezra's POV: The kiss in my study had unleashed something primal, a raw, undeniable hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Her lips, soft and yielding, tasted of a forbidden sweetness that ignited a fire within me, a dangerous, possessive claim I couldn't resist. When I finally broke the contact, our breaths mingling in the charged air, her wide, trusting eyes held a bewildered vulnerability that both captivated and stirred a fierce protectiveness.

He slowly lifts his head, his gaze tracing a path up to meet mine. I slowly lean in, and my lips find his. The kiss is soft, not a hurried fire but a slow, tender promise. It tastes sweet. In this passionate kiss, I pour every ounce of my love. As we draw back, my lips kiss his forehead. “Everything's gonna be okay.” He brings my warm palm up to the chilling curve of his cheek, holding it there, his eyes on mine, as he devoutly kisses my fingers. “I think I know where we can find Prince.”

And then, in an instant that felt like eternity, his lips met mine in a kiss that was both tender and fervent. The sensation of his kiss was electric, sending a rush of emotions through me like a cascading waterfall. The taste of his desire was both intoxicating and reassuring, intertwining with my own feelings in a dance of passion and vulnerability. It was a kiss that spoke of shared dreams and unspoken promises, a bridge between two souls that had found solace in each other's embrace.