Kiss From A Rose Novel Novels & Stories

'' She sighs, deeply before cupping onto my face; letting me face her. Within seconds, she has her lips planted on mine for a loveless yet lustful kiss. Both of her hands are cupping onto my face for a better access and as she deepens the kiss, I respond back by grabbing harshly onto her hair; causing her to smirk. I look down at her lips with hatred all over my eyes but I can never harm her. Harming her would also harm Rose. I can't.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

I want it to be memorable, sweet and loving. I kiss her slowly but hungrily, our lips and tongues intertwining. She tastes amazing. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of her taste on my lips. I break the kiss and begin a downward trail with my mouth to her neck and shoulder. Rose has her eyes closed and is enjoying the feeling of my lips and tongue against her skin, if her little breathy moans and pleasurable hums are anything to go by. My hands have found the hem of her shirt and I gently tug it off over her head. I remove mine at the same time, knowing she will want to feel our bare skin touching, just as I do.

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

Maybe he couldn’t bear the thought of losing control. Or maybe he simply couldn’t accept that I was finally strong enough to walk away. . . . . . My sincere apologies for the delay in updating chapters. Hope you all are liking this book so far. Up untill this chapter there are lot of references from KISS OF HIS BETRAYL (my first book) Please keep supporting. Thank You my dear Readers........ Enjoy Reading!!!

She opened her mouth to his invasion, and his grip tightened around her waist. Rose had been kissed before: some kisses had been good, others had been worth forgetting. This kiss, though, turned her inside out. Her heart beat in her ears; a flush traveled from her chest to her cheeks until she was thankful for the darkness around them. She moaned as he kissed her, licking inside her mouth, making her tremble even harder. When Callie yanked on the leash, Rose returned to herself. Turning, she pushed Seth’s hands away. Like she’d thought, he let her go. Download Someone to Watch Over Me now!

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

The bookshop smelled like aged paper and quiet. Like someone had taken all the noise out of the world and stored it between these walls. Lena stood in the doorway with Dominic's hand on her back, and she couldn't move forward. A woman stood behind the counter, reading. She looked up when the bell chimed. Her eyes—dark brown, sharp, familiar in a way that made Lena's entire body go numb—met hers across the room. She knew. Without introductions. Without explanations. She knew.

All for me. Emotions well up inside of me and I feel my eyes stinging again. Sniffing, I hold onto him tighter. My eyes roam around his body, making sure that he wasn’t at all hurt. Slowly, his eyes open and they meet mine. Startled, I find myself blinking rapidly. Time seemed to stop, and his eyes looked like it was twinkling. The scent, stronger than ever. I choke a sob. He tilts his head, a devilishly handsome grin spreading across his face. He lifts his hand up slowly, resting it on the back of my neck. He pulls my head down to meet his soft ones. Sparks course through me again, and my eyes automatically close. He breaks the kiss, a smile on his face. “Do you get it now?”