Kiss Her Once For Me A Novel Novels & Stories

She melted at my kiss like she always did. “Ew!” Killian said from over my shoulder. “Kissing Mommy gross.” “Really?” I asked. “I love Mommy’s kisses. Almost as much as I love Mommy.” Penelope has a new romantasy series coming out under the pen name Penelope Barsetti. I was fifteen when the Death King came for us.

And that's worse. This non-kiss is torture. "And yet you stay." I whisper, almost reluctantly, almost like a confession: "I can't leave anymore." "I know." Then she kisses me. Slowly. Deeply. This kiss is not a call of the body. It is a bolt. A snapping lock. A door closing behind me. I am hers. She has me. She draws me a little closer to her. Wraps a leg around mine. Her hands in my hair. Her tongue on mine.

she whispered, her gaze pleading. I hesitated for a heartbeat, then leaned in. The kiss was hesitant at first, but her desperation fueled the intensity. For a moment, the weight of my world vanished moment as her lips trailed down my chest, slow and teasing, her tongue leaving warm traces over my skin. When she reached my cock, she wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking me with deliberate slowness, making my breath hitch. Then, without hesitation, she took me into her mouth as her tongue and lips tightened around my cock.

Deimon, oblivious to her internal turmoil, leaned in further, his warm breath whispering against her ear. "Kate," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers cascading down her spine. The air crackled with unspoken words, a yearning that seemed to mirror her own. Then, abruptly, his lips met hers. It was a clumsy collision, more awkward exploration than passionate encounter. Yet, the feeling was undeniable – a spark, a jolt of electricity that sent a rush of heat through her. It was her first kiss, a fumbled dance she'd dreamt of for years.

she whispered, so softly it was almost swallowed by the silence. She closed the final inch of distance between us, her body pressing against mine. Before I could move, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head down, crashing her lips against mine. The kiss was desperate, fueled by years of repressed hunger and a refusal to let go. It was a cold, hollow sensation compared to the electric fire of Blair’s mouth, but Meera clung to me as if she could force me to remember the man I used to be.

I've always admired her, but is this what I wanted? " Please do." I said. She pushed me against the wall and kissed my neck. I wasn't expecting that from Lindi. I thought she never liked me and here she is, kissing me like I meant a lot to her. And then I kissed her back. *** Hi, this is my first vampire romance book and I hope you'll like it. I'm not perfect 'cause there might be flaws. Also this book was previously named KISSES.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

“Are you thinking about what you did to me… or what I’m going to do to you?” He turned—too fast—and she was already there, inches from his mouth, her eyes a thousand shades of dangerous. “I used to wait for your touch,” she whispered, lips brushing his without contact. “Now you wait for mine.” She kissed him then—once. Just once. But it wasn’t affection. It was ownership. She slid her fingers under the hem of his shirt, nails grazing skin, slow and deliberate. Her body never pressed flush to his, denying him the satisfaction. Every movement teased, edged, punished.

She stated and suddenly kissed me. That was the first time my lips touched hers. I've kissed so many women in my lifetime but she was unforgettable. The kissed we shared was slow and sensual. We kissed so deep like our lives depend on it. Our clothes were being discarded as our kiss continued to deepen. Then she moaned and called out another man's name. I stopped kissing her and lay her in bed. She was fast asleep after a few minutes. I couldn't help but watch her sleeping. I watch her sleep the entire evening. When I saw the sun was already up I left her alone. I left a note - thanks for the wonderful night.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.