Kiss Burn Novels & Stories

It had to be a dream. The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.

Dante said. "Can I put something in it?" Elian asked. Dante looked up at him. "Yes," he said. Elian bent and kissed him. It was not the kiss of people in a hurry — they had both been in a hurry for long enough. It was slow and deliberate and warm, the kind of kiss that is also a decision, a real and full one, arrived at through everything that came before it. Dante's hand came up and found the back of Elian's neck and held him there, and Elian's hands found Dante's face the way you hold something you are not planning to let go of.

The kiss felt so firm, more determined and more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of them. He slid his hands down her dress and his fingers traced her panties, at that moment, the kiss took a whole new turn cos he couldn't control his lust anymore. His lips mashed against hers, as if trying to flatten and destroy her mouth. She hungrily pushed back, with her tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against her soft cheeks as she gripped his head firmly, as if to keep him from escaping. She worked her mouth against his, their tongues battling back an

One touch and the hunger and the burn inside me intensified. His piercing eyes returned to my lips. “You don’t need soft kisses, baby. That’s for little girls, for dreamers. You need fervent, explosive kisses. The ones that will try to suck the air within you, leaving you breathless but eager for more. You don’t need to be caressed. You need to be touched. To be felt intensely. Skin to skin.”

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

“You are so beautiful.” I looked up, my guilt melted by the heat in his eyes. Want made his gaze burn and set my soul aflame. He kissed me again, this time slower and with more purpose. His tongue infused raw desire straight into my mouth. He reached for my shirt, lifting it easily up over my head. I moaned his name against his kiss as the shirt cleared. “I thought we were fishing...” I murmured as his hands caressed the fabric of my swim top, my nipples hardening and responding to his touch.

I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes. His lips touch mine so softly, but light a burning flame of desire throughout my entire body, shutting my mind off and blocking out the world around us. I've never experienced a kiss like this before, filled with such passion. Our tongues collide, swirling together so delicately like waves caressing the shoreline. The fire builds within me, heating between my legs, arousing my sexual fantasies. A kiss has never stirred me up like this before, but Adrian is no ordinary kisser; he's magical.

The taste of her was intoxicating, a sweet nectar that fed the flames of their passion. Simultaneously, Bryan and Madissa shared in this moment of profound connection. Their lips found each other's with equal fervor, the heat of their passion intertwining with the shared intensity of Joe and Nerissa's kiss. A symphony of emotions swirled between the four of them, an intricate tapestry woven with desire, love, and the promise of a future entwined.

I didn’t answer him. Not with words. Instead, I rose up on my toes, curled my fingers into his shirt, and pulled him down into another kiss. This one wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful or uncertain or held back by ghosts. It was fire. It was our long silence breaking open, of grief and lust and longing spilling into every breath. I kissed him like I wanted to burn it all down—every wall, every boundary, every stupid reason we hadn’t gotten here sooner.