Kiss And Then She Kissed Me Novels & Stories

Her eyes lingered on his lips, and, as if drawn by an irresistible force, she leaned in and kissed him gently. Cassian smiled against her lips, appreciating her sudden initiative, and closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of the moment. The kiss started slow, delicate, as Hailey tried to memorize the way he tasted, the familiar sensation of his lips against hers. It was tender at first, but as the moment deepened, so did the kiss.

She gets on her tiptoes, and I lean in at once, taking her lips in mine. The moment my lips touch hers, it’s as though the entire world stops spinning. Her kiss is soft and warm, making my knees weak. I pull her closer, my hands sliding around her waist, anchoring her to me as her lips mold perfectly against mine. Her sweet and familiar taste is overwhelming. It feels like coming home after being lost in a storm. Five days without her had felt like an eternity, and now, every second we’ve spent apart melts away in the heat of her touch.

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

All I could think about was tasting her and hearing her whisper my name. We remained on the couch, our eyes locked, my eyelids fluttering as a smile broke through. "What? You shouldn't look at me like that!" she teased, tracing her fingers along my lips. "I want you, Katherine," I replied, meeting her gaze. She caressed my hair softly, leaning in closer, and I pressed my lips against hers. Katherine's eyes sparkled as our mouths met, sending tingles through me. Her soft kiss deepened, and I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her nearer. The outside world faded away, leaving just the two of us, enveloped in this moment.

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

I regained a little confidence to ask. “ Anywhere that would be convenient for you" She smiled brightly at me. How miraculously did her smile heal my broken heart? Unknowingly, I pulled her to myself and hugged her tightly. She reciprocated the hug as we remained engrossed in each other's warmth. I missed her so much. I doubt she doesn't miss me too. With our hearts pounding in our chests, I slowly pulled Everleigh from my body and initiated a kiss for the first time. We kissed. Not deep but it was able to settle the feud between us even without anyone apologizing.

she whispered, her eyes blazing, grabbing his shirt, pulling him in. She kissed him, fierce, desperate, a fire to shut his doubts. Kai’s hands cupped her face, his lips hungry, their third kiss a surrender to passion. They stumbled to the couch, her fingers in his hair, his hands on her waist, their bodies pressed, the world fading to their need. Her tank top lifted, his shirt unbuttoned, their touches urgent, a line crossed—until guilt surged, the summit, Dante’s scheme, Alessio’s secret a shadow.

Her skin was so warm and soft to the touch, begging for my kisses. "I—" She gasped as I pressed my lips to the delicate spot below her ear. Just like that other night, she reacted fiercely. Her breath left her mouth in a rush. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she instinctively leaned her head to the opposite side, giving me access to kiss her again.

She couldn't help herself but kissed me back. I smiled while our lips were still tasting each other and I pinned her to the door, she didn't react and was still embracing me. It was damn hot! We were being naughty. Pinning her more to the door, we kissed passionately, soft and smooth. Time was like in slow motion, I never kissed a woman like this before. I could felt her catching her breath but it didn't stop us. I didn't know how long we were kissing but I love the way she was kissing me back, it was turning me on. But then unfortunately, a sudden knock disturbed us and she hurriedly pushed me.