Jax X Pomni Kiss Novels & Stories

She chuckled when Jaxon nodded like a good child. ”Okay, my kiss is only exclusive for you, Veronica. I will always kiss you until you finally remove the sadness in your eyes.” Jaxon uttered, and chuckled that made Veronica swallowed hardly.

"I've been in love with you since the day you checked me into the boards." Jaxson let out a low, broken chuckle that vibrated against my cheek, and then his hands were in my hair, tilting my face up. When his mouth crashed down on mine, it wasn't angry like it had been in the frat house bathroom, and it wasn't desperate like it had been after the mixer. It was deep, slow, and devastatingly tender. It was a kiss that tasted like forgiveness, like relief, like a man who had finally stopped running and decided to plant his feet.

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.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

Liam whispered, a slow, surrendering smile finally breaking through the exhaustion on his face. Jaxson let out a low, rough growl of approval, his lips parting over Liam’s to capture the promise before it could fade into the concrete vaults. It was a deep, crushing kiss that tasted of cold ozone, salt, and permanent survival—a quiet, lawless treaty signed three levels below the city, far beyond the reach of the ice.

"Second of all, I will only shower if my beautiful stunning Mexican amour joins me." Della blushed, her cheeks turning beetroot red. He made her this happy. "Okay, I will join you just now, there's something I need to do." She stood on her tipped toes and kissed him like she would never see him again. He smiled against the kiss and she smiled too. They stood in each others arms for a while, enjoying each other's presence. "I love you mon coeur." Andre said kissing her brunette hair that was a sexy messy. "Te amo Andre." She whispered but just enough for him to hear.

With Sienna. My Katerina. I'd met her in Moscow when I was twenty-five and she was barely nineteen. A beautiful Italian girl studying art, far from home and family expectations. We'd fallen in love fast and hard. I'd given her everything. Promised her the world. Then her family called her home. Some obligation, some duty to her blood. She'd promised to come back to me. Promised we'd be together. She never came back. Two months later, I received a wedding invitation. Katerina Rossi was marrying Tommaso DeLuca, heir to the most powerful mediating family in the American underworld. A strategic alliance between Italian and American interests.

Like there was something in it we weren't supposed to touch, but did anyway. This wasn't supposed to be romantic. But fuck it... it was. Maybe he'd been right all along—I wasn't built for casual. Not with him. Not when he was right here, breathing against my mouth, alive and real and devastating. Jaxon, being Jaxon, took over the kiss in seconds. Then suddenly—he pulled out of me, flipped me onto my stomach, and caged me there with his body. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, "Careful, Poppet. I might be heartless, but if you keep kissing me like that... it'll get hard for both of us to pretend this is nothing."

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

She swallowed the big lump of food, and swivelled to stare straight up at Jaxon. His eyes weren't silver, but obsidian black. His jaw was clenched, his muscles tense and rigid. "Excuse me?" A low growl rumbled from him, as he narrowed his eyes. "I can tell someone has kissed you. If only I could smell exactly who did it under all that artificial shit you wear," he spat. Juliette subconsciously smiled. It worked! "Perhaps its yourself you smell, idiot." Juliette just couldn't help herself. Jaxon slammed his palm against the metal table, sending the salad flying. The bang caught everyone's attention immediately.