Kiss Him Novels & Stories

He pulls me closer to him by my hips and I feel his huge dick pressing against me. "Damn," I whisper, my breath caught in his fierce embrace. His lips claim mine with a hunger that leaves me breathless, our kiss is like a fiery dance of desire. His kiss is intense, pouring all his emotions on my lips. He leaves my lips and kisses down my neck, licking and sucking the spot he’s supposed to mark. His touch igniting a blaze of passion. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I cover my mouth, I’m shocked by my own longing. He pulls me back, his eyes burning with intensity, and smirks knowingly. I'm captivated by the desires in his eyes, my heart racing in response.

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

his voice is hoarse and deeper, eyes earnest. I lift my index finger, and a relieved smile breaks on his face before I can say anything. "Just one. You better be good to me." He twirls me around, and I giggle. "Oh honey, you're never going to regret this." he is hugging me, thanking me. His lips find mine and kiss me. I answer his kiss, following his rhythm. Kian is passionate yet gentle, and his kisses are addictive. I rest my hand on his chest as our tongues explore each other, fighting for dominance.

He simply says. I move back and my back hits a shelf. I want to kiss him too but I don't trust whatever this is. This is surely a prank. "So what, you're going to force yourself on me and then the rest of your friends will open the door with cameras and tomorrow morning I'll be the dumb girl who thought she could seduce you?" He chuckles and folds his arms. "Your resistance doesn't do anything for me. It's your submission I want. I'd much rather seduce you into kissing me than force you. As for the other things you said,"

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

The flesh between my thighs is responding with slow, hot clenches that make me ache to cross my legs and squeeze. “No matter what your last name turned out to be, I’d still be starving for you.” “S-starving,” I stutter, watching his mouth come closer, hypnotized by the slicking of his tongue across his full lower lip. “That sounds serious.” “It is serious, angel.” He feathers his mouth over mine. “You don’t date basketball players. Okay. How about kissing? Isn’t that safe enough?” “Normally I would say yes.” He chuckles, sending happy little bubbles blowing through my bloodstream. “One kiss, Aleera. Then I’m going to ask you out again.” He searches my eyes in that serious, thoughtful way of

I asked not understanding what it was all about "Because I like you.." "You like me?" I asked "Yes Kara I do.." " Okay since I like Rama too, should I also kiss her? Oh and Daddy and Mommy too.." I grinned at him "No Kara.." he said shaking his head, "you are only suppose to kiss me.." "But why.." I asked "Because because because I like you and because you are my best friend so you should only kiss me, here.." he said placing his finger on my lips. "Okay kadu.." I nodded my head

Then she kissed him. *

At this moment, the air crackles with tension and unspoken desire. As they lock eyes, a tender spark of longing passes between them. Kalix's gaze shifts to her lips, and with an aggressive touch, he leans in to press his lips against hers. The kiss is wild, filled with a mix of passion and desire. Time seems to stand still as they get lost in the intoxicating moment, their bodies drawing closer in a warm embrace.