It Was Only A Kiss Novels & Stories

Damon didn’t sleep. Again. The sheets still smelled like her. Or maybe it was a memory. Either way, it strangled him. That kiss… It was nothing like before. It wasn’t love. It was punishment. And God help him—he wanted more of it. His lips still burned with the weight of her mouth. Her breath. Her words. “This kiss isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.” He replayed it a thousand times. And every time it ended the same — with her pulling away. And him… standing in the middle of everything he broke.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a collision of unspoken desires and pent-up feelings that had simmered beneath the facade we had both worn. As our lips met, time seemed to unravel, and the world melted away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his presence. His kiss was fervent, a declaration of sentiments that words had failed to capture. The warmth of his breath, the tenderness of his touch, all merged into a tapestry of sensations that enveloped me completely.

If I let myself, I could almost imagine we were in love – call me Mr Brightside, I guess. But it was only a kiss. Only. A. Kiss.

He then, pulled his lips closer to mine, suddenly he kissed me, and I kissed back. The kiss became intense, we both kissed we reckless Abaddon, our tongues wrestling for dominance. As we kissed, the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment. We knew that we had a long journey ahead of us, but we were ready to face it together. After what seemed like eternity, Gabriel ended the kiss, while I gasps for breath. After gasping for a while, I got myself. Gabriel carried me to his inner room, saying he wanted to show me some files.

“I…don’t understand…what happened? Has the event happened already?” “No, it hasn’t....and it doesn’t even have to anymore.” Maria giggles beside me. “I….dont…” “I understand, child.” She turns to Maria. “Please, show her.” Maria pulls me to a television, and I nearly fall in my steps. My face, along with Adonis’s, is plastered all over it on the news, but that isn’t what makes me stop; it’s the headlines and the playing video… On the screen is the video of Adonis and me from earlier; our kiss is all over the news, the way it happened, the way he held onto me, the angry clash of our lips, and the words.

Waiting for an answer. Or a kiss.

I whisper fiercely, my voice trembling with unspoken emotion. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in. His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts slow, hesitant, but soon becomes something more. It’s not just a kiss of lust, but one of promises—unspoken, but understood. It’s raw and full of something deeper. Something more intense. More dangerous. It's a kiss that makes my heart beat faster.

Deimon, oblivious to her internal turmoil, leaned in further, his warm breath whispering against her ear. "Kate," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers cascading down her spine. The air crackled with unspoken words, a yearning that seemed to mirror her own. Then, abruptly, his lips met hers. It was a clumsy collision, more awkward exploration than passionate encounter. Yet, the feeling was undeniable – a spark, a jolt of electricity that sent a rush of heat through her. It was her first kiss, a fumbled dance she'd dreamt of for years.

The kiss was soft, slow, and warm. Oh my God… I froze for a second.