Katara Kisses Aang Novels & Stories

Kate fumed in a calm but terrifying tone, her eyes dark with grave hatred; for a second, Joshua got scared, but remembering she was tied to a chair, he smirked. ''I'm going to kiss that arrogant off your face soon, just wait.” he laughed and turned around, walking out of the room. Kate breathed in sharply as he left the room and the tears on the back of her eyes pushed out instantly and she cried. She felt so dirty; she never thought she would kiss another person other than Liam and to think after so long, the first lips she kissed was another man's, lord!

Keyara blinked her eyes, she didn't expect the stranger she kissed to kiss her back. And to make matters worse, the guy was an expert kisser! "Can you even call a kiss like that 'expert'?" she thought. This type of guy should be categorized as a playboy. If he can kiss like that, he must have a lot of experience. They kissed for a whole minute, and Keyara's breath was almost gone from the non-stop kissing. The stranger held onto Keyara's waist tightly, as if to trap her so she wouldn't escape.

Klara reigned hell and all I could do was laugh. “Have you guys kissed? How was it? I am sure his lips are so soft and they’re so… And the sex?” “Geeeeee!” I cringed and glared at Katrina as he went about how much he’d kiss Jupitor and do whatnots to him.

he replied, fighting back a grin. ​"I hate you!" ​"I love you, agapi mou," Damon replied, capturing her lips in a kiss. "Stop being jealous. You're the only one I love." ​As the kiss deepened, she tried to pull away. "Stop it, Damon. I have a meeting at ten this morning," she protested, even as his kisses trailed down her neck. ​"This will be quick," he rasped. ​Katerina was amazed by how fast he could be. Before she knew it, the playfulness turned into a heated, rhythmic passion that left her breathless.

Katrina's lips feel soft and sweet to Ragnar, while his lips feel full and demanding to her. Katrina had never before kissed another man besides Jarl, and right now she feels strange because of this new experience. On the other hand, Ragnar needed to do it or he would go crazy. It is a passionate and lustful kiss as expected, yet in a certain way also tender, in which both completely surrender to each other in the sweetest and most intimate way.

He lifted her into his arms, the kiss unbroken. She seemed to float effortlessly to him. Amira kissed him back with passion, feeling a thrilling heat ignite within her. With a swift motion, he kicked the door shut, completely unfazed by the presence of the ladies still inside. His hands caressed her gently, exploring her curves, as soft sighs slipped from her lips. He kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing together. Her body trembled, each kiss drawing out soft moans from her. In that instant, her anger disappeared, leaving her mind completely blank and unable to think. All her focus was on the kisses.

, Darika said as her eyes were down playing with her ornaments, Completely missed how his Adam's apple Bob up and down the moment her dress fell on the floor. "Okay, then kiss me", Arthit said and Darika nodded her head in agreement. Darika pecked on his cheeks and Arthit rolled his eyes at her childishness. "I told you to kiss me, which means you have to kiss me on my lips", Arthit spoke while continuing to stare at her. His words made her puff her cheeks. "This is called Chumma, not a kiss", Darika huffed slightly because according to her kissing on their lips meant Chumma which is why when he asked her to kiss.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

I beamed into his bright green eyes and took a still breath before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drawing his lips near to mine. Slowly, like the setting sun and the ocean horizon, our lips came together on his island. The soft scent of a tropical island, the waves, and the beach mingled with his cologne and I knew that I would forever be in love with his island kisses.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.