Kiss Her Once For Me Book Novels & Stories

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.

“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.”

If she never lets a man touch her, does that mean…? “F*ck!” I didn’t know I was smiling until a chuckle escaped my throat. Damn, It was her first KISS!! A surge of pride and pleasure spread through my veins for stealing her first kiss and for unknowingly helping her get rid of her insecurities. And also, the satisfaction that nothing happened between him and Alina. She is mine! And mine Alone!

he murmured in a deep husky voice that send thousand of electric voltage down to my spine. Before I could protest Sain claim my lips which made my eyes widen in shock. It was a quick kiss that didn't even last a second yet enough to make me crave. What did he do to me? He slowly retreated back with an expression I couldn't name. "You kiss me, " I said. It was not stated in the contract that he can kiss me if he wants. It was clearly stated there that I'm the one who will give him a kiss and not the other way around. He can only kiss me if I failed to meet Condition # 1.

She rushed back to the young man and handed him the inhaler. He immediately took it, thanked her, and ran out of the house. She stood by the door, half of her body outside. She stretched her neck a little to see the person in the car. All her efforts proved abortive as the person she was trying so hard to see was facing the other way. She could only see his honey blond hair and his right hand. He appeared to be reading a book before the asthma attack. Her lips curved into a smile when she saw the name of the book he was reading. It was her second published novel 'EVERYONE HAS A LIL SIDE OF CRAZINESS.' She wrote the book when she moved into her apartment with her three closest friends. Stayin

I want to explain to her that what she believes about my kind is inaccurate, but an irrational part of me wants her to accept me regardless of what she thinks she knows about demons. She takes a deep breath and steps forward as she rests the tips of her fingers over my lips. My mouth tingles at the contact. We’re both now standing close, our breathing erratic as we gaze into each other’s eyes, projecting our need. I place another kiss on her fingers and nip at the tip of one of them. “Kiss me,” I whisper seductively. Her fingers move down my chin until they rest on my neck. I lean down and hover my lips over hers. “Kiss me,” I whisper again. She licks her lips and tilts her head up to kiss m

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 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.

"I pray she never wakes up!" Whoever she is, she seemed to be very evil. Even if she wanted my husband, wishing me death was very extreme. I was tempted to open my eyes and look at her. To stand from where I lay, unplug the IV drip from my hand, stride to where they stood, and land a slap on her face. Before I made up my mind on what to do next, I heard it. The soft, familiar sound of a kiss. It was as if I had been expecting it to happen. I was glad I saw nothing. But the slurps and moans tore my already broken heart apart.

she whispered, the breath from her voice playing against my chin. To answer her, I simply leaned forward and planted my lips on hers. She moaned softly at the touch. Leaning harder against her, I opened my mouth, inviting her inside. Her tongue was the first to move, sliding wetly past my lips. When I felt it brush against my own, I moaned in response. Our kiss was extremely gentle. Not exactly timid, but sweet. And my lord were her lips ever soft! It was the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.