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

I started. "It'll wash up on shore," he said, then leaned down and kissed me. I quickly lost myself to the kiss, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. His hands went to my sides, pulling me in closer. As we stood there, kissing, another wave crashed against Dean's back. My feet lost their grip on the ocean floor, but Dean stayed steady. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

I just wanted to think of my drink, the soft taste, and nothing but the taste, no her, no him. Focusing on the taste, it was apple-flavored with a hint of mango. It reminded me of her lips, even if it had no mango. Those lips, I had yet to get the full version of that kiss. It was more of a six-second peck, enough to memorize the feeling of her lips on mine and the slight taste of apple. Definitely her lip gloss, but still… she owed me a kiss, just one kiss. Would that be too hard to ask? Has he kissed her before? Was it accidentally or intentionally? Did she enjoy it? Was he any good?

He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it. Gradually, the woman stopped as the man kissed her. She shut her eyes close and respond to his kisses. Although he did not know, he followed the movement of its lips. Tonight, that's their first kiss. A first kiss full of love, between an angel and a demon. Almost every well -known surname attended Hades ’grand birthday party. Even well -known artists were there as well and some big -name senators in the country. As Khione requested, some of Hades' friends also attended his birthday. It's his 24th birthday, and everyone's excited to see the handsome Hades.

Let me tell you something, I have been kissed only once in my life before and I was thinking that was how a kiss was supposed to feel like but this, Tristan kissing me, the way he brushed his lips softly against mine as if waiting for me to deepen the kiss anytime which only made me want him more, this was exactly how a kiss was supposed to feel like.

he growls, his teeth gritted and bared like a wolf’s. “I—I was afraid you’d tell—” “You came after me first!” His words like a sharp bite to my chest. “I wouldn’t have said anything!” “Anatoli—” He leans in and kisses me, but it’s nothing like what I expected. His lips are firm, powerful, and dominant. But they carry a message. A message I can read loud and clear. He hates me. Despises me. This will be our first and only kiss. He knows I want it, and that’s why he’s giving it to me.

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.

We spent that final minute and kissed each other, not caring about whoever will see us. Because a kiss blown is a kiss wasted. The only real kiss is a kiss that is tasted. ~ END ~

I pulled my phone from my pocket slowly. Not trembling. Not shaking. Calm. Because the moment felt important. And important moments require proof. I edged closer, staying in shadow. I heard Iris say… “With you, I’m just Iris.” That did it. That sentence alone could burn everything down. Then.. They leaned in. The kiss wasn’t wild. It wasn’t desperate It was worse Soft. Familiar. Like memory. Like they’d done it a hundred times before. I hit record. Just a few seconds.

Which worked by the way. I giggled,"oh don't be ridiculous. Hayden is just a friend and importantly my workmate. I did not go for lunch with him to piss you off, it just happened to happen on a day that I was mad at you. We eat together everyday." He groaned again and threw his head back. "I don't like it." "oh you big baby just kiss me already." I said using one hand to pull his lips to me while the other hand slid down and cupped his d!ck. More like mine at this point,lol.