It Was Only A Kiss It Was Only A Kiss Novels & Stories

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

Ever. My heart melted when he finally kissed me back, painfully slow, as if he was trying to fight his own instincts and conceal his anger. An arm made its way to my neck, and I followed his movement, holding the back of his neck and savoring his lips. This felt so right. He was being so gentle and slow, as if he was trying to pour all of his hidden feelings into the kiss. I wanted it to last forever, but due to a lack of oxygen, I finally had to pull away.

Go get one in the stockroom, dear… " Kendra emphasized the word and looked at her meaningfully. Her sidekicks giggled as if on cue. Kara felt the chill as it crept in her spine remembering what happened to her in the stockroom. She immediately went to her chair and carried it out. As she was about to pass by the group, Sean threw his leg and she tripped on it. She felt a little thud, her head bumped to the tiled floor. "Oh, I never thought you're that clumsyyy! Here let me help you…" Kirk said as he offered his hand. He cannot stop himself from smiling. Kendra and her gang were laughing out loud and some of her classmates as well. She slapped his hand and stood slowly. She could fee

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.

"I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them." "Ma'am, actors kiss all the time. There would be no sentiments attached. All you have to do is shut your eyes, tilt your head to a comfortable side, part your lips and brush your lips against his. " The photographer painted a vivid picture, obviously upset by the attitude I displayed. Felix looked at me for my consent. I reminded myself that all the kisses I ever gave to Clyde were fake and I reminded myself why I accepted to marry Felix. I then pulled close to Felix and did as the photog

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

YEAR 2010 “One brief kiss. How can it still be in my head?” as he stirred for the nth time in his bed clutching his favorite pillow. He tried to dismiss the kiss as a result of Mandy’s drunkenness. Although she was not drunken at all. She got tipsy alright but it’s one that went away almost immediately after a cup of black coffee.

he booked and I felt my spine straightened. No way I am going to kiss this devil. His lips won't touch mine! My mind mentally screamed at me but I couldn't do anything. Blake turned to me again. Slowly. He leaned in. His lips brushed mine. Soft at first... then harder. The kiss was angry. It was fire. Not love. I pressed back with the same heat. The cameras flashed even more. People clapped. Ohhh my God, they thought it was passion. It wasn’t. It was a war.

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.