Kiss Her Once For Me A Novel Novels & Stories

Nana and the rest shouted from outside but they ignored as the two love birds continued kissing. *** HE KISSED HER FIRST AND HE ENDED UP WITH HER. ******THE END******

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

for the first time, manga and webtoon characters didn't count. He wasn't a CEO… at least not yet. His name was Nick. He studied economics while I studied scriptwriting at the same University. He was handsome, ambitious, and self-confident. It wasn't clearly love at a first sight, but ended up loving each other and planning our future life together. Our first kiss happened on my 21st birthday. “I love you, Kass!” he called, right after I blew all the candles and our lips touched as a sign of the beginning of our “happy ever after”, or that was how I thought…

Soft and Tasty Who is this wicked person who forced a kiss on my lips? Nobody has ever kissed me. I even tried to stay away from boys because my studies are my top priority. Then a man in the dark will kiss me and take advantage of me? For a brief moment, I was stunned. My knees were both trembling. I'm experiencing a strange creeping sensation within me. But damn, that kiss was delicious! The kiss engulfed my entire body, providing me with a luscious experience I had never had before.

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.

Her guard was down. She kissed him like it meant something. Because it did. It wasn’t about sex. It wasn’t even about survival. It was about feeling, and the bond, and choosing to stay when she could’ve run. He kissed her back like it was the only thing keeping him alive. His hands were everywhere, slow, reverent. She climbed into his lap, careful of his ribs, and felt him tremble beneath her. Not with weakness. With restraint. “Let go,” she whispered.

I reached out and touched her face, her skin was so soft, my thumb brushed over her bottom lip, and she shivered. I wanted to kiss her and show her that this was real. That I was real, my feeling towards her had only been growing over the years. "Can I kiss you?" I asked her my voice was rough only wanting her to say yes. She looked up at me, her big eyes searching mine and for a long second, she didn't move. Then, slowly, she nodded. That was all I needed. I leaned down and captured her lips with mine kiss different from the others, everytime I kiss her it felt new, like it was my first time.

His gaze lingered on my fingers before he lifted them and pressed a kiss to my knuckles—this time inhaling as if memorizing my scent. 'God, does this guy have a finger fetish or what?' I screamed inside my head. “You’re back again,” he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine with that dangerous intensity. My whole face burned again. I was just a broke, single girl from my world, and here I was, wrapped in silk sheets, being looked at like that by Julian—the walking definition of tall, ripped, and stupidly perfect. My heart was basically about to explode. Biting my lip, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned closer, placing both my hands against his broad, solid chest. The heat radiating off him made

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

My defenses crumble one after another just like how a rocky ice melt under the heat from the sun. His lips is warm and soft against mine too much from my expectation. He is unexpectedly gentle, the way he moves his lips feels like I am some kind of a delicate glass that he needs to hold carefully or else I breakdown into pieces. The tender pleasure is too good to be true and it feels like this is my first time. I have been kissed before, not just once but countless of times but this is the first time I felt something like this. An emotion I couldn't name, a tingling sensation that makes me crave for more, ask for more because I want more of him.