It's In His Kiss Novel 소설 & 이야기

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.

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

Soft, sensual, inviting. “Don't worry, I'll have you begging for something else soon.” And then he kissed me. Oh, I have no words for it. Or maybe too many words. It was my first kiss and it was overwhelming. It's a kiss from Alpha Caden and it's powerful. I didn't know what to do with my mouth, I didn't pay attention to this part in the books because it always felt like something meant for people who were in love. And now I know why.

Her guard was down. She kissed him like it meant something. Because it did. It wasn’t about sex. It wasn’t even about survival. It was about feeling, and the bond, and choosing to stay when she could’ve run. He kissed her back like it was the only thing keeping him alive. His hands were everywhere, slow, reverent. She climbed into his lap, careful of his ribs, and felt him tremble beneath her. Not with weakness. With restraint. “Let go,” she whispered.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

The cool metal of the band pressed against the fine cotton of his shirt. He covered her hand with his own, pressing it more firmly against him, as if to say, This is yours. It always has been. A small, profound smile touched her lips. It was a smile of ownership, of peace, of a journey’s end that was also a glorious beginning. That smile was his permission. His invitation. He leaned in, and she met him halfway. The kiss that followed was unlike any that had come before. Their first kiss, in his penthouse study, had been a collision of suspicion and unwilling attraction, a battle they’d both lost. The kiss in Geneva, after the villa, had been one of desperate relief and survivor’s gratitude.

As our gazes intertwined, he leaned in, his lips gently brushing against mine. In that tender kiss, I tasted love, support, and an unspoken promise. He whispered against my lips, his words a gentle affirmation of his unwavering presence. "I'll always be here for you, Gabriella. Together, we can overcome anything." In that embrace, time seemed to stand still as we held each other in a cocoon of love and understanding. His kiss, like a healing touch, swept away my doubts and fears, leaving behind a sense of serenity and determination.

I don’t. His mouth brushes mine. It’s soft at first, a test, but then he groans low in his throat and the kiss turns into a claim. His hand tightens on my neck, leaning my head back. It’s not a "fake" kiss. It’s hungry. It’s desperate. It’s the kiss of a man who has lost everything and just found a spark in the dark.

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.

He reached out, his hand cupping my jaw, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. And then he leaned in, his lips finding mine, a breathtaking kiss that stole my breath and scattered my carefully constructed defenses. It wasn’t a brutal kiss, not savage like some of our nights. This was deep, possessive, yet unbelievably tender. It felt like a promise, a question, and a farewell all at once. His tongue tasted of coffee and the latent danger that clung to him like a second skin. My lips parted instinctively, a soft gasp escaping, and he deepened the kiss, making it a slow, deliberate act of claiming.