Kiss Air Novels & Stories

We used the insurance money to buy a beautiful villa in a city with a mild, springlike climate year-round and a sleek Cayenne. On the day of the move, I saw Eleanor again.

She was crying now, trying to hide it. I kissed her. “I love you,” I said. “Then come back to me,” she said, voice cracking. I turned and walked into the cold morning air. Every step felt heavier than the last. The train station was at the edge of the village. It looked like both freedom and danger. I didn’t look back. Five hours later, the train pulled in with a loud hiss and the sound of steam. I stepped out onto the platform and looked up. There it was.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin

“Guts Island is the home to those who want to heal their broken hearts, that’s why many people come here, because definitely, they would be eased of their fear and anxiety, they would be given a second chance, and possibly, their broken hearts would be healed, only here in Guts Island, it’s no fallacy, welcome to Guts Island” My chauffeur, Stan, helped carry my bags into the massive hall of Hotel De Royale, while I gently walked up to the receptionist. “Good morning”. Said the receptionist. She was cladded in a red suit, and she wore a blazing red lipstick. “Good morning”. I replied with a smile I fought so hard to put on my face. “I booked a reservation”. The receptionist shot me a broad sm

When I remained hidden and silent, he cleared his throat. “Okay then. I’ll continue with that theory since I’ve got nothing else to work with.” He gave another slight pause, letting me jump in and say something. Then he shook his head. His voice took on a compassionate tone. “I admit, I should’ve known better. I have no idea what I was thinking by kissing you; you have to be somehow affiliated with the company, either as an employee or friend of one. But… But now that it’s happened, I don’t regret it. And I don’t want to stop with just that.”

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

This is for repaying you for missing the concert "I whispered as I pulled him close to me and placed my lips on his Can't believe I am the one now kissing a gay I closed my eyes and CJ took over by forcing his tongue on mine as we both kissed

---------------------------------------------------------- You can kiss me in the moonlight.. On the rooftop under the sky, or You can kiss me with the windows open While the rain comes pouring inside Kiss me in sweet slow motion Let’s let everything slide You got me floating, you got me flying…! “This Kiss” by Faith Hill. ----------------------------------------------------------

He leaned closer, his breath was hot against my skin. "What's your name?" "Aria," I whispered and my voice trembled. "Aria," he repeated, and I felt a shiver run down my spine at how he pronounced the name. He brushed a strand of hair away from my face, "I'm Knox." Before I could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was gentle at first, but it quickly deepened, and I melted into the kiss.