Kirby Kisses Novels & Stories

Me crossing the room, leaning in to kiss Kyrian on the cheek and the one second I stayed, paused and stretched into many seconds. I scrolled past it and the headlines were something else entirely. PLAYBOOK'S CONNIE AND KYRIAN: ARE THEY THE REAL DEAL? THE KISS THAT BROKE THE INTERNET—CRESTFIELD'S COUPLE CHEMISTRY. I stared at that last one for a moment longer than the others. "Are you seeing the memes?" Hori said, still chattering like a broken radio. "Connie there's a whole thread—" "I see them."

She never came to me, and I didn't know how to talk to her either. Maybe in time the scar between us would heal. Maybe in time, she would see that Cerberus wasn't dangerous. Someone came into the water. I didn't have to open my eyes to know it was Cerberus. Kirsch barely looks at me when I was in my bikinis, let alone getting near. He came to my side and printed a kiss on the corner of my lips. I chuckled at his light kiss, opening my eyes for a real one, but he already nipped his way down to my breast and my stomach, ending with an evil nip on my clit over the thong.

Everything he described was certainly far from the man that was the image portrayed to the greater public. I looked up at him in confusion as he continued. “So, knowing that would it really be such a shock to know I wanted to kiss you? Or to know that the kiss felt fucking good? And I so badly want to kiss you again?” My heart felt like it surged within my chest, as I looked at Hunter in shock, while Kira giggled in glee. ‘Go kiss the damn boy!’ She urged, and I closed the short distance between us, appreciating the boost of confidence my wolf gave me. “So kiss me again?” I whispered softly toward Hunter with a wry smile, his eyes lighting up as I did…

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

His lips were parted, and his eyes were hooded, so he pushed his fingers deeper, dragged the cum and spit-coated meat out of her mouth before smearing it across her cheeks. The sight was raw and dirty in ways that would disgust anyone, but for a weird reason, it felt so fucking good. So good enough that it made her pussy drip then tighten. “She looks like a sex doll,” Ryker chuckled. “A good one,” Damian added, and Alex just leaned forward. He tightened his grip around her neck, searched her eyes gently before roughly pulling her face closer, slamming his lips roughly against hers. Kira’s eyes widened. Wait, what was he doing? Was he going to kiss her like this? With Ryker’s cum in her mouth

My hand tightened just slightly at her throat, and she moaned against me, the sound caught somewhere between pain and surrender. Her fingers gripped the sheets as our tongues tangled, messy and breathless, and for a second, nothing existed outside that kiss, except my mind calculating. Behind us, he was eating it up, practically panting, and waiting for his turn. I smirked as I pulled Mia’s face toward him, letting him kiss her. He bit her lip hard. Blood bloomed. She moaned,for his pleasure, not her own. “Pleasure’s more fun when it hurts,” I purred. Then I pulled out a pair of cuffs from his cupboard.

Kiran was trying not to laugh. “And then,” I said, eyes wide, “he touched my hair. He tucked a strand behind my ear. And then—he leaned in and kissed me!” Kiran’s jaw dropped. “Not a full kiss,” I said quickly. “Just a brush. Just… lips touching. Barely. But it still counts.” “Girl,” Kiran said, standing up, “I’m going to cry. This is so romantic.” “It’s not romantic!” I stood too. “It’s confusing! It’s crazy! And it makes me feel weird inside.”

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier. “It’s not something like that,” he corrected her immediately before she could think of a deeper meaning of the kiss. “He’s just thankful, and he paid back through a kiss.” “People don’t do that when they’re thankful. It occurs to people who are close to each other. But when it’s about Yric, I think he likes you.” She even pointed her finger and drew a heart shape in the air that only annoyed him more. “Do you know that you’re not helping?”

“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.”