Kiss Him Novels & Stories

“Tonight, it’s just us.” I stood, stepping closer to her, letting my body envelop her as I leaned in for another kiss. Our lips collided, and the chemistry we shared was electric, sending ripples of heat through my core. The kiss deepened, becoming urgent, full of a hunger that transcended mere physical attraction. It was a melding of souls, a collision of two hearts seeking solace and connection.

His breath brushed my cheek. My pulse drowned out every thought. The air between us was electricity...sharp, hot, dangerous. His hand lifted like he almost wanted to touch me back. Almost. My heart was about to lunge out of my chest... "Fuck it." I whispered as I began kissing him. The Kiss was slow, until he grabbed my ass and forcefully kept me on the bed. I curved my legs around him and kept on kissing him, feeling his full lips and enjoying every touch. God! I miss this Man.

she squirmed, and his jaw tightened as she resisted, emotions swirling between them. "I said you're mine. Why would I leave you?" He whispered, his deep blue eyes gazing calmly at her. Gently, he tilted her neck, creating a perfect angle, his eyes exploring from hers to her plump, parted lips, uncertain of her acceptance. This time, she reached up, cupping his face, stood on tiptoes, and pressed her lips to his. It was a pure kiss, expressing more than words ever could.

He's not just my husband he's my soulmate, my rock in this unpredictable world. The kiss we share speaks volumes, saying all the things that words sometimes fail to convey. It's a dance of emotions, a silent conversation of love and understanding. As our lips meet, it's as if time stands still, and all that matters is the connection we share. In that embrace, I feel a profound sense of belonging, a deep-rooted connection that transcends the physical.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a collision of unspoken desires and pent-up feelings that had simmered beneath the facade we had both worn. As our lips met, time seemed to unravel, and the world melted away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his presence. His kiss was fervent, a declaration of sentiments that words had failed to capture. The warmth of his breath, the tenderness of his touch, all merged into a tapestry of sensations that enveloped me completely.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

His eyes never left her. There was something magnetic between them — a silent exchange, a rhythm only they understood. The music faded into a hush. She reached him, her hand sliding into his with practiced ease, and then — She kissed him. Not a polite peck. Not a staged gesture. A kiss. Slow. Lingering. Her fingers curled around his jaw, her body leaning into his grinding him, and his hands didn’t push her away. They held her. I swear I heard something shatter.

"So?" "So go and meet him. Even if it's once. Allow him to show you that he truly loves you. Give him a chance. He's not going to hurt you and you know that. He promised that after this date and you don't still want him, he would let you go" .He paused .

Except for today, the space between us felt wider than the table. "I was drunk," I murmured, even though I'd already said it more than once. "Even if you were drunk." His face tightened. "I mean, people don't just kiss strangers because they're drunk right?" He looked irritated now. Pissed, even. I could tell he was trying to hold back his emotions. 'Well, I kissed him 'cause I thought it was you.' But he didn't know that. Didn't need to. I toyed with the bracelet on my wrist.

His lips tremble almost imperceptibly, and I know he is trying to control the turmoil within him, but he is already caught. I step forward, slowly, each step an invisible caress rekindling the fire within him. Without a word, I draw him to me and kiss him. The kiss is long, deep, a tension blending softness and command. I feel his resistance crack, his hands brush against mine, first hesitantly, then with that contained urgency he has tried to suppress for two weeks.