Kiss It Better Novels & Stories

She whispered, “Kiss me. I love the way you kiss me. Like I’m the only thing in the world.” “When I’m kissin’ you, sweetheart, you are the only thing in my world.” Poised at the entrance to her body, he eased in as he took her mouth. He lost his mind in the glove-tight feeling of her pussy closing around his cock from tip to root. He broke the kiss. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” “That wasn’t very convincin’.” Kade noticed she wore a strange expression. “What? Am I hurtin’ you?” “No.”

Nick asked almost angrily . “You know what am talking about!.I said I want you ..What bad about that ?”Kizzy rolled her eyes . “It not right !I don’t want to take advantage of you .” “And who said you are .I want this okay !”She said and moved closer to him . “Am not sure .....We shouldn’t do this ..it not .....” “Shush!”Kizzy shut him up by kissing him hungrily . He responded and carried her to the couch and continued kissing her ,his hands roaming around her body .

Her body jerked, her knees buckled, and her fingers clutched his shoulders in a desperate grip while the music of his low, séxy laughter played against her skin as the world spun. And then they were kissing. Mouths fusing, bodies clasped against each other, hearts beating in a hard, exciting tandem. If yesterday's kiss was a gentle breeze, this morning's was a thunderstorm passion. And she wanted it. She wanted more. She wanted everything. And she told him so. Yuri had planned to keep the kiss short and sweet, but then he heard Kathy moan against his lips. " More, Yuri. Kiss me harder. Make me feel feverish. " - Kathy, said.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

The word made me colder. Mason exhaled shakily. “I can’t lose you, Kitty. I know I messed up. I’ve been thinking...maybe we could start afresh? Take a trip, just us, when you’re better. Somewhere warm. I’ll even book that sea-view suite you liked.” He was smiling again, that boyish, heart-melting smile that once made me believe he was my savior.

Her pulse thundered as she tilted her face up to his. This time, she didn’t brush his cheek. She didn’t dart away. Instead, she pressed her lips lightly against his, lingering just long enough for the kiss to mean something. It was soft. Hesitant. But real. When she pulled back, her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. Dante’s gaze burned into her, his jaw tight, his control razor-thin. For a heartbeat, she thought he might pull her closer, deepen the kiss, demand more. But instead, he simply whispered, “Better.”

The line was about summer clothes with different designs from the normal clothes. He thought he had time but the pictures have already been taken. So the only thing that was holding them back was the name. The name that he had no idea off. "How about I just call it, Kimberly?" She laughed at his joke. "And why that?" she had to ask even though she could guess his answer. Chris lifted her chin so that she was gazing at him, "So that the whole world can know that I love only one lady," he pecked her lips once more, "let them know that you're and always be the one."

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

My hips started lifting to chase the friction he was giving me. The kiss turned molten—wet, messy, endless—our lips sliding, tongues tangling, teeth grazing, breaths shared in desperate little pants between each damn claiming pull. My head was starting to get light from his kisses, and the music filled my ears. 🎶 *(Ride it) just lose control* *(Ride it, ride it) come touch my soul* *(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you* *(Ride it) turn the lights down low*

“Look at me.” He closed the distance. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t anything like the soft, angelic healing Lila had performed earlier—no careful pressure, no soothing whispers. This was jagged, desperate, tasting faintly of the coffee he’d been drinking all day and the sharp, metallic tang of everything we still hadn’t said out loud. It was the kiss of two people who knew they were sinking fast and decided, fuck it, let’s drag each other all the way to the bottom.