It's In His Kiss Novel Novels & Stories

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

The way he said it, low, promising, and wicked, broke the last thread of restraint inside me. Before I could overthink, before I could second guess myself , I leaned across the table and pressed my lips to his. The kiss wasn’t soft, it was nothing like the ones I shared with Evan. It was fierce, hungry, tasting of whiskey and fire as it sent sparks down my spine. His hand found my jaw, holding me there, deepening it until I forgot my name. When we finally pulled apart, breathless, his thumb brushed across my swollen lip. “Careful, Noelle,” he murmured, his voice like silk and danger wrapped in one. “One kiss with me, and you’ll never stop at just one.”

Hope - No, I don't want you to kiss me. - Are you sure? He starts his little game again, pretending to kiss me, and when I unconsciously lean in to kiss him, he moves away. That idiot wants to drive me crazy! - I'm still waiting for you to ask! So, do you want me to kiss you? He licks my lips again, making me crave a taste of his.

“That’s not a kiss.” Anger surged through me. “You—” The next thing his mouth came down on mine. His lips conquered mine as his fingers bruised my hip from how tight he held on. Heat flushed through me, and my lips parted slightly. Barely. A flicker of submission and he plunged his tongue into my mouth, tasting me, consuming me. His taste was intoxicating, his body’s heat overpowering. “That, querido, was a kiss. It’s the only kind of kiss you’ll ever get from me, and it’s the kiss you’ll use to measure every kiss that follows.”

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

“I want honesty. I want obedience. And I want you to trust me—even when it scares you.” Her breath shook. “Adrian… this feels dangerous.” “It is,” he replied without hesitation. “But so am I. And you knew that the moment you let me kiss you.” Her cheeks burned. She remembered that kiss. How the world had vanished. How she had melted completely. “You’re playing with my mind,” she whispered. “No,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m claiming space in it.” Her heart pounded. “You don’t have to fear me,” he continued. “Just follow the rules. And don’t make me repeat them.”

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

“Then why are you here?” “Because when I kissed you, I felt something.” She closed her eyes. “I felt it too.” Another pause. Then— “I hate you for it,” she whispered. “I hate myself more.” And then it happened again. Another kiss. But this time—slower. Angrier. Wetter. Their mouths collided like grief meeting hunger. He gripped her waist like she was an anchor. She kissed him like he was a mistake she wanted to make again. But she stopped first.

Max's POV 🌶️🌶️ His hand moves to my jaw, tilting my face up as he leans in. This kiss is different—slow, deliberate, every brush of his lips setting me on fire. His tongue slips into my mouth, claiming me with a possessiveness that makes my blood sing. My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer as I deepen the kiss, our bodies pressed together from chest to hip.