Kiss Her Once For Me A Novel Novels & Stories

"Kiss me first." I freeze. "You want to cum? Then kiss me. Show me what you were too good to do ten years ago." She leans down. Her lips are right there. All I have to do is close the distance. All I have to do is give her what she wants. I close my eyes, lean up and I kissed her. Her lips are soft. She tastes like whiskey. The kiss is gentle at first, then deeper as she takes control, her tongue sliding into my mouth, claiming me.

When we reached her house, I got out first and opened the door for her. “Nice meeting you again, Kyran. See you at the wedding,” she said sweetly—and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I blinked. What? “See you at the wedding too…” I muttered, confused. I stood there, watching her disappear into the house. That small kiss on the cheek? It wasn’t romantic. It was calculated. Like she was following some kind of script. This woman… is a puzzle. And I intend to solve her…

I just find my heart clinging to her, leaving me so fond of her. “ You don’t have to kill your father or uncle just for me, my Alexander. I think maybe you should calm down a bit,” she said, kissing my lips, cupping my head in the palms of her hand as I laid her on the bed. Her kisses made my dick stand, hardening, my eyes searching through hers for a green light. I feel so happy that she decides to give our love a chance. She’s supposed to be a one night stand, but this is our new diary. Haha!

Like the last time we kissed was yesterday. She moaned, her body writhing against mine as she used her hands to guide my head, and even though I was in no state to even be dealing with a boner, never mind this attack, did I look fucking stupid? This was Aela. Sweet fuck. This. Was. Aela. Her pussy was meant for my dick, for Christ’s sake. I didn’t know how many cocks had been inside her, but mine was the first to get a taste of that sweet cunt. Me. No fucker else. And I’d be the goddamn last.

She was his childhood sweetheart, the girl who had once comforted him when he was at his lowest. Three years of marriage, three years of effort—shattered the moment she stepped back into his life. I snapped back to the present just as Connor waved Duncan off impatiently. "Tell her if she doesn't come out now, she can rot in that well for another month." Duncan visibly flinched but did not move to follow the order. Connor's voice sharpened, laced with undeniable authority. "Why are you still standing there? Or do you want to join her too?"

The mess was half the art. He’d been trying to kill Dmitri Solokov for four fucking years. I did it in one night with no backup and no blueprint. That must’ve bruised his pride so hard he bled jealousy. Now he wanted to meet me. Like I was some damn contractor. My laughter cracked the silence, dry, bitter, dangerous. “Poor bastard’s probably jerking off to my kill report.” I shook my head and downed the whiskey. Then my phone rang. Not the burner. Not the work phone. My phone. Only one person had that number.

I needed to get this man to lower his guard, to avoid struggle. “You’re such a dirty whore,” I whispered in her ear. She looked up at me, eyes glassy, trembling. Then I leaned forward, almost kissing the big man, my lips hovered over his mouth like a tease, before I grabbed Mia’s jaw and turned her face toward mine. And kissed her. Hard. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was punishment and protection all at once, tongue pushing past her lips, owning her mouth like I was branding it. My hand tightened just slightly at her throat, and she moaned against me, the sound caught somewhere between pain and surrender.

Her beautiful brown hair. I know she hates the fact that I always want her to wear her hair in a particular manner, but she has no idea it is because of days like these. Days where her wild and unruly hair makes me want to bury my fingers inside her tresses, just to check if they feel as soft as they look. I don’t know when this started happening, when I started looking at her twice, when her eyes glistened with tears make me flinch. Her lips are parted slightly, and a thin breath comes out in a perfect rhythm. The couch dips slowly as I sit beside her. Annika murmurs something indecipherable in her sleep, but her eyes don't open.

Soon, she planted her lips on his lips and started to suck them hard. The man frowned a little and his hands travelled to her naked back and he tilted his head, kissing back the girl with much passion. This was the second time that the girl was kissing him and yet again he simply could not control his urge for the girl. Their lips sucked each other savoring each other’s taste while their tongues played with each other seductively. Her hands travelled on his neck and she parted her lips looking in his eyes. “You know I am a virgin. I have never done this before. But deep down inside me lives a crazy woman who wants to try everything crazy.”

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.