Kiss&cry Novels & Stories

“The thing is, I’m not sure what’s going on. I had a power surge, and his was beyond any power he’d ever known. Then I kissed Milo, but nothing happened.” “You kissed Milo?” Kriss’s eyes sizzled, and little flames appeared in the brown depths. “Why were you kissing him? He’s not one of your promised.” She let out a frustrated sigh. “Which is exactly why I kissed him. I wanted to see if I had the same power surge with him, but figured out after kissing Eli that we need to have a connection before the power surge happens.” “You’ve kissed everyone except us?” She frowned at Kriss. “I’m not sure what you’re implying, but it doesn’t sound good. It’s not like I went around Fire & Ice kissing every

Tears slipped sideways across her cheek, soaking into the silk. I kissed them away, tasting salt. “Will you marry me, Kris?” She turned her head just enough to meet my eyes—pupils blown, glassy, shining. “Yes.” The word detonated inside me. I groaned and started moving again. Harder. Deeper. Faster. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall; the wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. I slid one hand under her, fingers finding her clit—swollen, slick, throbbing—and rubbed merciless, tight circles while I pounded into her from behind.

Our skin makes a clapping sound as it connects over and over. Panting, my jaw clenches as I tug her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. She gasps as our tongues collide and her back presses against my chest. The kiss is wet and sloppy, hot and heavy all at once. Her eyes roll back before her head drops down again. Our bodies mold together perfectly. "Fuck, Crayvin. Yes, just like that," she cries out. My name is a whimper on her tongue. I bite back a groan and my breath hitches as my eyes focus on her tattoo. I drop my head and place a kiss on the black ink, my breathing erratic and hot against her skin.

I take a look at the disfigured thing on the ground before me and I drop down as tears escape my eyes. ~what have I become!? Song for the moment; Can We Kiss Forever; Kina ft. Adriana Proenza

of hickeys. Catrina felt self conscious when she felt the cool breeze on her skin, using her hand she cover her bosom. “ let me see you Catrina” Catrina feels very nervous her breathing is uneven. “ hey relax am not going to hurt you I promise” slowly she take off her hand from her bosom “Catrina breath” Terrick has a sly smile on his face while watching his mate feeling nervous. He knows it’s her first time do his going to take it easy on her and his not going to rush. Catrina release her breath “relax okay, am going to go easy on you cause I know it’s your first” Catrina nod her head Terrick return to kissing her, he kiss the place behind her ear, her G spot. then kiss the place in betwee

He said and gently caressed my cheeks then slowly kissed the tip of my hair. "Caspian.." "My darling.." Wait, why does it feel like I'm in a sappy soap opera? "Eew! Stop it guys, you're making me jealous!" Ione complained and pouted, "Come on, just date me already! Then we'll change your status." Cryx said with a matching wink. I don't know if he's joking or being serious.

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

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

My eyes fluttered up to meet his. "Promise?" It came out a whisper, my voice betraying me at the last minute. I reached up with my own hand and pressed his to my cheek. I wanted to remember the way his touch felt. "Promise," he said. He leaned forward and kissed me. I squeezed my eyes shut, memorizing every detail. I wanted to remember his smell, his taste, and the way his lips felt against mine. I would take it with me until he came home. We broke apart reluctantly, hearing the boys downstairs opening and slamming doors. It was time for them to leave. Dean brushed away a tear I hadn't even realized had escaped and kissed the tip of my nose.

Our destination was a nearby club, where the music pounded through the walls and the promise of distraction awaited. Upon entering the club, the booming bass and flashing lights enveloped us in a sensory whirlwind. James promptly took charge and ordered two bottles of alcohol, expertly pouring them into sleek glass cups. The liquid shimmered like liquid gold, offering a temporary reprieve from the world outside. I downed the first cup with a practiced ease, the burn of alcohol providing a welcome distraction. The second cup followed suit, but just as I contemplated the allure of a third, a voice, loud and slightly incoherent, cut through the musical symphony. "I wanna fly," echoed through th