It Was Only A Kiss Song Novels & Stories

My hips swayed slightly with his. Then he spun me back around, slowly. His thumb stroked my cheek, his eyes searching for something, and then before I could register what was happening, his lips brushed mine. Then he deepened the kiss. His lips were soft, but the kiss was firm, and delight raced up my spine. The song faded into something faster, brighter. It was a pop beat with heavy bass. I barely registered it before Ledger stepped back. “Would you like another drink?” He asked. “Yes, please.”

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.

He continued. I smiled at him. He leaned closer and kissed me on my lips while holding my cheek. I love Milo 's kisses. They are always so warm and his lips are always so soft like cotton candy and immensely skillful. They are so luscious that I don't want to stop kissing them. I didn't care if the people were staring at us or the paps were taking photos of us because that didn’t matter anymore. What I wanted was right in front of me and I am holding every inch of him close before he goes away. He pulled himself away and his lips were forming into a smile. "But I prefer her to listen to You Had Me From Hello by Kenny Chesney. Classic." he tells me a song that I have never heard of that song.

Something I wish could last longer. I place my head on his chest, and he takes out his phone, connects it to his Bluetooth and plays “Somewhere only we know” by Keane. “You know I love you Anastasia” he whispers, raises my head up from his chest and pulls me. He places his lips on mine, forming a sync when his lips connect with mine. The kiss follows the rhythm of the song. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his waist. My back is arched from the position.

“No matter what. I’d always come back.” And then, he pulled her in, and their lips met in a kiss that was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desire, not exactly. It was a kiss of survival, a kiss of gratitude, a kiss that said I’m here, you’re here, we made it. It was a kiss that tasted of smoke and tears and cold water, but it was also a kiss that tasted of love, of hope, of the future that was still waiting for them.

“Only death will do us part.” Hearing these words, a wave of relief washed over her. She gazed into his eyes, feeling the sincerity of his promise resonate within her. With her heart racing, she pulled him closer and kissed him deeply, pouring all her love and gratitude into that single, passionate moment. It was a kiss that spoke of trust, hope, and an unbreakable bond—a promise sealed with love.

I groaned. "A kiss."

We are trying to talk here! 'All you need is a kiss All you need is a kiss That kiss I always promised you Put the blame on me…' 'Dora!' 'All you need is a kiss All you need is a kiss That kiss I always promised you Put the blame on me.' I finished my song and finally turned to them. 'What the hell is wrong with you!'

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.