Kiss Bumps Novels & Stories

Without breaking the kiss, she ground her hips against him, wanting to feel him inside her. As they continued to kiss, their passion grew more intense. Abeni moaned into Dmitry's mouth, feeling the heat between them building with every passing second. She ran her hands up and down his chest, reveling in the feel of his muscles taut beneath her fingertips. His hands found their way to her hips, gently pulling her closer, urging her to grind against him.

I then remembered my first kiss, it was very special to me because I crushed my first kiss. Si Toci. He made me feel what it’s like to be in the clouds. “S-sorry.” He bowed, he said. Even as he bent down I knew he had bit his other lower lip. “It’s fine.” I grabbed his chin and lifted his bowed face. “Let’s do it again?” I said with a smile. I leaned forward then paused for a second. “This time, slowly.” “Bitch!” I turned to where the scream was coming from.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

I doubted, looking at him, his eyes filled with lust. ‎ ‎The side of his lips tipped upward, he moved closer and without warning, said something that made goosebumps surface on my skin, “A kiss. A deep, wet, 5 minute kiss." ‎##################### ‎ ‎ ‎

Her head tilts back slightly, a silent invitation, and I lean in, my mouth claiming hers with a ferocity that leaves no room for doubt. The kiss is a storm of longing and relief, a storm of pent-up emotion finally unleashed. My lips crush against hers, a desperate melding. I taste her, wild and sweet, and the world outside Mia’s room ceases to exist. My tongue plunges into her mouth, tracing the soft curves, exploring every warm recess, battling hers for dominance in a playful, fiery dance. This isn’t just a kiss; it’s a reunion.

If not anything but to mark her wrist that she now belongs to me. I moved my lips to her neck, placing kisses from her neck to her ear area. I continued to place kisses till I slammed my lips back on hers, where I kissed her in a long press. In a rush, I removed my lips. “Smack” is a sharp sound released from the pressure of our lips. A few steps demarcating between us. I locked my eyes on her as I watched her catch her breath. I could sense her body mounting another level of fire.

I bite the side of the jam on the baguette, while Kiki keeps her gaze on mine, raising her hand to her head and searching for something on top, with a light grope. “A bump”, she states. “And the other one is a lump? I see.”, I suppose, seriously. Kiki gives me an irritated look. “I can punch you too. Maybe that way you'll get a bump?” “Careful, Kiki. I like it, huh”, my eyes are suggestive, “But I can't guarantee you'll like it.”

But the kiss never came. Instead, I felt a cool, smooth pressure on my lips, distinct from the warmth of his mouth. My eyes snapped open. Kaidon was holding a small, white tube, and he was carefully, almost meticulously, applying more of the bitter ointment to my swollen lips. He pulled back, his expression unreadable, and clicked the cap back onto the tube with a sharp, decisive sound.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

“Me too.” He kisses me again. This time the kiss feels harder. His lips bruise mine with passion. His hand slips under the fabric. His fingers brush my pussy lips with a light, electric touch. I gasp. My hips lift off the desk. He smiles against my mouth. The romance burns hotter. It becomes a beautiful dance of desire and love.