Kiss Ear Novels & Stories

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

I continued to breathe heavily as he carried on with his movements. Finally, he directed his lips to my upper, outer ear, planting gentle kisses and outlining the helix of my ear. He continued downward towards my earlobe, causing my breath to quicken once more. I breathed heavily, eagerly anticipating his next move. When he reached the earlobe, he kissed it, and to my surprise, gently nibbled it, sending waves of pleasure through me. I had never imagined that being nibbled could be so pleasurable. He continued to caress my earlobes with his lips, moistening them slightly.

said Eskylrious . " There are other ways apart from kissing . Hugs , holding hands , silly boring smiles.......but no kissing . " said Kiara . " What if I still want to kiss you ? " said Eskylrious with a grin . " If you still want to kiss me..... " said Kiara with a smirk then approached her face near his ear . " If you still want to kiss me , I will rip your lips apart . " whispered Kiara in his ear and got up from the sofa then walked towards the door .

I yelled at his face, turning around and removing the earrings from my ears. I said something that seemed to have angered him the more. I could hear his constant growls, almost as if he was having an inner fight with himself. I didn't turn to look at him. I couldn't trust myself at that moment not to do anything stupid, like kissing him. I released a sharp gasp when Killian's large hands grabbed my waist possessively, slamming my back to his chest. I felt my body press against the hardness of his core, which only made me release another gasp. Killian's lips found my ears, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

He ignored the presence of doctors and the medical staff in the room, which instantly stopped me from kissing his kissable lips. A silent promise in his intense gaze burned my cheeks, I gave him an Eskimo kiss and said, “Fine! I will do as you say. But don’t be late! Otherwise …” I leaned in, skipping his lips and trailed my lips over his cheeks towards his ears, biting his earlobe gently. “I will kill you with my venomous kisses!”

He stares at my mouth, and I wonder if this is really happening. “Yes.” “I bet it smells as sweet as the rest of you. In fact, I think you’d taste sweet too.” He’s going to kiss me. I tilt my head back and start to close my eyes, ready and wanting it. “Knox, is that you?” I hear Lisa’s voice from across the hall.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

he breathes, and I hate that his voice this close, this low, does something to my pulse that has nothing to do with fear. We crouch there in the dark, his chest against my back, his hand still resting at my hip like he's forgotten to remove it, or maybe he hasn't forgotten at all. I can feel every breath he takes. I try very hard not to think about that. The door creaks open. Light spills across the floor below us. “Hello?” A voice.... Coach Ellery, from the sound of it. Footsteps echo across the rink floor, unhurried, searching. “Anyone in here? I thought I heard something.”

It was a light spanking, but it was kind of out of character for me. He looked back at me, one eyebrow cocked. I smiled and looked sheepish. He turned around, still trapped by his pants and underwear around his feet. He leaned in for a kiss, but at the last moment, his lips went to my ear instead. “Was it fate that caused you to spank me, or was it free will?” I practically hummed with pleasure in his ear. “I wanted to spank you.” It was definitely the truth.

He touched my face, caressing my cheek with his fingers like he was memorizing me. “I have to go,” I said quietly, leaning into his touch and never wanting him to stop. My chest ached with an unexplainable pain. I hadn't expected this moment to hurt this much. “My plane will be leaving soon.” “I know,” he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His hand went to the back of my neck. He slowly lowered his face to mine, kissing me goodbye one last time. The kiss was soft and warm, lingering and full of memory. I closed my eyes and took in every detail. The way his five-o'clock shadow scratched my lips, how warm he was, the taste of his tongue, and the scent of his cologne. I wanted to