Kiss Air Novels & Stories

He draws me even closer, to the point where the air between us completely disappears. My breath becomes irregular, almost trembling. I know he feels it, tastes it even through my lips when he comes back to kiss me. He lifts his head. His eyes, dark, burning, lock onto mine. — Tell me… to stop… if you want. I shake my head, unable to formulate anything else. My hand glides behind his neck, my fingers cling to his hair to pull him towards me. The kiss that follows is unrestrained. Wild, urgent. Our breaths break against our lips, our bodies seek each other, press together. My hands travel over his back, feel the tension of his muscles under the shirt.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

she looked at his hazel eyes. Chris caressed her cheeks, "I was in need of caress and when I saw the love of my life walk to the restroom, I couldn't help myself." Kimberly pushed his palms away from her cheeks, "and we ended up doing more than caress." "Don't tell me that you regret it," he looked anywhere but not her, "because I don't." He was telling the truth and she knew it, "I don't and I'll never do that." He pecked her lips.

“Kiss me.” Keira could feel the warm breath against her, and she just unconsciously granted Zeev’s demand. The latter subtly smirked against her lips and started moving as he closed his eyes. The gentle brushing of their lips slowly led to a more intimate and passionate kiss. Keira also started mimicking Zeev’s movement on their lips pressed hardly against one another.

His kiss was sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell. I didn't want to fall for another tourist. You're not falling, I told myself. You're simply enjoying. I knew he was going to leave and I would be sad. But I would also be far more disappointed if I missed this. His kiss was insistent, intoxicating, and driving me insane. I wanted to melt into him and let him melt into me. I wanted to kiss every inch of his skin. Every inch.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean