Jax X Pomni Kiss Novels & Stories

I stared at his perfect lips, wanting to kiss them, as they formed the words. “Yeah, well, I never said I was a good student.” The fingers of one of Noah’s hands made their way to my chin, moving me into a gentle, yet insistent kiss. The kiss deepened, my lips parting to give him more. His kiss was hot and deep, banishing every unhappy thought from my mind. He tucked his head, breaking the connection and allowing me to replenish the much needed oxygen for my aching body. I took an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes closed, feeling lightheaded and wonderful.

“So spill. What happened? Did she slap you after the kiss or...?” Kyren smirked, catching the cushion and setting it down. “She kissed me back.” Jaxon let out a low whistle, finally sipping his drink. “Well damn, little bro.” “I’m happy for you,” Maddox muttered, even though he looked like he’d bitten into a sour lemon. “I mean it. Really. I just—ugh—why wasn’t it me first?” Jaxon raised a brow. “You were too busy snapping people’s arms and growling at them like a rabid pup.”

"Stop. You don't have to say anything if you don't want to... okay? I'm serious. I am not forcing you to do this. You don't owe me your childhood trauma just because I showed up here with a bad attitude and a chip on my shoulder." Jaxx looked at me then, the dark pupils of his eyes focusing on my face with sudden clarity. A tiny, barely visible smile twitched at the corner of his mouth - not his arrogant smirk, but something small and tired and achingly genuine. He leaned up, his lips pressing against mine in a quick, firm, dry kiss that tasted like old salt, then he pulled back just an inch, his hot breath brushing my nose. His hand came up to cup the side of my face, thumb tracing the curv

Xavier demanded as he lowered himself even more, his lower half already pressing against Jess. “Your mine, I am Yours.” Jess said. Her voice barely above a whisper. Xavier growled at her words. He wanted to hear her say that for every second of every day. He loved hearing what she said. He watched as her eyes jumped between his and his lips. He couldn’t take her temptation anymore, before he lowered himself to her lips and caught her lips in his. Her lips were so soft and delicate, but mostly sweet, Xavier wanted to relish in her lips. Xavier’s were soft but not gentle, no, instead they were hungry. He deepened the kiss and Jess didn’t know if she had ever kissed anyone before, but if she di

It was until she moaned that it occurred to her what she was doing. "I'm sorry." She mumbled, jerking away from him. Xavier looked confused. “Why do you have to be sorry? I thought we already established our feelings." Jovy scratched the back of her hair. "I just didn't want to appear needy." "Well you can call me a needy person because I want to kiss you so bad." Xavier didn't wait for her to respond before pulling her in for a kiss. Freeing herself, Jovy pulled at his hair lightly to deepen the kiss and her toes curled at the effect of his touch on her. They stopped kissing when a waitress came to refill their glasses.

I asked. He pointed at the lunch box I had brought, now almost empty. “You make amazing pasta.” A shy smile slipped onto my face and I mumbled, “Thanks.” “Now, about that kiss…” Thank goodness for the bell. ****************** Jaxon was starting to question everything. He could not tell if he was still pretending or not. And that made him angry. He was beginning to mess everything up where she was concerned. He did not have time for mistakes. But she was getting into his head, finding her way under his skin. And each day, she sank in deeper. And he was letting her.

The line was about summer clothes with different designs from the normal clothes. He thought he had time but the pictures have already been taken. So the only thing that was holding them back was the name. The name that he had no idea off. "How about I just call it, Kimberly?" She laughed at his joke. "And why that?" she had to ask even though she could guess his answer. Chris lifted her chin so that she was gazing at him, "So that the whole world can know that I love only one lady," he pecked her lips once more, "let them know that you're and always be the one."

"What makes you think that, buddy?" "Because you look at each other funny. And you hold hands. And yesterday I saw you kiss Mommy." "You were supposed to be napping," I said. "I woke up." Nova's eyes went wide. "You KISSED?" "Grown-ups kiss sometimes," Jaxon said diplomatically. "But only when they love each other, right?" Nova pressed. Jaxon's eyes met mine across the table. "Right," he said softly. Nova and Rowan exchanged a look, then started giggling.

“To please, please, pretty please, kiss me because I need to be distracted.” Slowly, Jax leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a tender, almost reverent kiss. The touch is gentle but conveys a depth of emotion that words cannot capture. I respond, meeting his kiss with equal tenderness, allowing myself to get lost in the moment. His hands cup my face, his thumbs gently caressing my cheeks. The kiss deepens, but it remains soft and intimate, a quiet expression of the bond we share. I feel his love and devotion in every touch, every caress. It’s a reminder that even amidst the chaos and pain, we have each other- something solid and real to hold onto.

“Did you miss me, ma doudou?” I snicker at the sound of Tee’s pet name for Jax. ‘Pheata’ translates to pet and ‘Doudou’ loosely translates to pookie or security item like a blanket. Jax’s reply is to kiss Tee in such an obscene manner that embarrassment creeps up my neck watching them. They are adorable together. I wish I had someone that I could be that open with, practically making out in public. When the kiss breaks, Tee lets out a soft chortle, “I’ll take that as yes.” Jax rolls his eyes, stepping out of Tee’s embrace.