Kiss Him Novels & Stories

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.

The scent of smoke and whiskey saturated his clothes, curling into my senses. “You smell like smoke,” I murmured, half-breathless. “You smell like mine,” he said against my mouth, before kissing me so hard I lost all sense of reasoning. The kiss came with heat and hunger. It was as if he needed to remind himself that I was real. That I was his. “Missed me?” I asked between each wet kiss. “You don’t know how much I missed you.”

Luna I leaned in closer with my lips parted, ready to give him a gentle kiss. He holds my head gently in his hands, his touch sending shivers down my spine. As our lips finally meet, a surge of warmth and passion envelops us both, igniting a fiery connection that feels utterly electrifying. Slowly but passionately, the kiss deepened as his body pressed against mine, his hands exploring the curves of my back. As he finally broke the kiss, his head rested on mine, and we both caught our breath, feeling a sense of euphoria and longing.

He counted his words, like they cost him something he wasn't accustomed to spending, his gaze pinning me in place. My gaze traveled from his hand on my wrist, back to his face, my eyes searching his to know what's going on behind them. But I was only met with his intense, piercing gaze. "Touch me whenever and however you want, as long as we are alone," He said, and it sounded more like an instruction, "Don't hold back. Is that clear?" I nodded hesitantly. "Away from everyone else, there's nothing official about us. You need to start getting used to that, Kiss." I brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and let my fingers linger there, "I don't bite. And I want you to always remember that

"Kiss me." Kieran's eyes searched mine, as if seeking permission. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips inches from mine.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

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.

I pulled her closer, urgency lacing my voice, “Kiera, kiss me.” Her eyes widened in shock, “What?” “I want you to kiss me,” I said, my tone commanding, leaving no room for debate. Before she could protest, I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine. The kiss ignited like a fuse, raw and passionate. Our mouths moved together as if they were meant to be, her warmth enveloping me. My tongue slid against hers, exploring the depths of her sweetness, and I felt her body responding instinctively, as she locked her arms around my neck. My hand roamed her back, my fingers seeking the curves of her body, pulling her closer as the world around us faded away. Every taste, every sensation heightened the d

As our gazes intertwined, he leaned in, his lips gently brushing against mine. In that tender kiss, I tasted love, support, and an unspoken promise. He whispered against my lips, his words a gentle affirmation of his unwavering presence. "I'll always be here for you, Gabriella. Together, we can overcome anything." In that embrace, time seemed to stand still as we held each other in a cocoon of love and understanding. His kiss, like a healing touch, swept away my doubts and fears, leaving behind a sense of serenity and determination.

It's definitely not superficial. Kyle Smirked with satisfaction. That's what he wanted to hear. He will not be able to move on from her either. She is genuinely sweet and the only girl he liked completely. "That's what I thought" he mumbled before leaning down and kissing her lips. He missed this. He missed her taste and the feel of her. This kiss is deep and gentle. He took his time with her. He didn't hurry. He pulled her into his lap. Her thighs are straddling his. The knee length sundress she was wearing rode up, exposing a portion of her things.