Kiss It Better Novels & Stories

"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.

People nearby immediately began speaking up for Wendy. "Men like that get shown a little kindness and suddenly forget who they are!" "Doctor, listen to me. If you want a divorce, then go ahead and get one!" "You're such a great catch. You can easily find someone better!" Sorrow filled Wendy's face as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me. "Rowan, why are you suddenly talking about divorce? Weren't we doing fine before? "Is it really because I saved someone today that you want to leave me? If I did something wrong, I'll change. Can't we just live our lives peacefully?"

For almost an hour and I did not want to stop, even if I would have to eventually say bye and get ready for school. ME : I miss you too Baby 😭 ME : I miss kissing you. ME : I miss you kissing me. ME : I miss you touching me 🙈 BESTIE : Ohhhh i miss that so much too. BESTIE : I miss my hands touching and caressing your soft skin, every curve, every inch. BESTIE: I miss the way you feel under my fingertips. Like silk. Like heaven. BESTIE: I miss the sounds you make when I touch you in just the right spot.

Kimberly The kiss was different. It didn’t have the raw urgency of the night before, nor the weight of the tension built up over the past few days. It was firm, deep… but calm. A kiss that said we’re here. Just the two of us. "So… is this it?" I asked against his lips, still a little breathless. Axel gave a crooked smile, like he was trying to hold back his happiness and failing miserably. "This is it. We’ll figure it out."

“All of you.” Their lips met, a slow, searing kiss, deeper than before, a surrender to their fire. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, his fingers tangling in her hair, their bodies pressed against the couch. The kiss grew urgent, their passion breaking through—her tank top lifted, his shirt discarded, their touches hungry, a line crossed. They stumbled to a cot in the corner, their clothes falling, their intimacy a blaze of need and trust, their fears laid bare in whispered gasps.

Evelyn understood his actions gave in without complaints and danced with the rhythm. The dimly cold room suddenly becomes vibrantly bright with rainbow colors spreading to the whole room becoming as warm as the sun. They kissed like there was no tomorrow. In a tender moment of reconciliation, their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, carrying the weight of forgiveness and the promise of a renewed bond. Their unforgettable reconciliation unfolded like a delicate dance of forgiveness and understanding. As their eyes locked in a silent vow of devotion, their lips embraced in a tender, lingering kiss, breathing life into the dormant embers of their love.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

He was so focused and I am just lucky that I am too in the song that I din't messed the lyrics for being distracted by his gazes. ''Damn, you are so lovely playing the song, Kellah.'' He whispered with so much emotions on his eyes. He is not smiling but I can see on his eyes that he is enjoying. ''What is the title of the song again?'' He asked. ''Uhm, it is 'I want to know what love is' by 1999 remaster''' I answered and smiled to him. ''It's a good song, by the way, I recorded it so that I can listen to it again, especially that it's your voice.'' He smirked.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you'd forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.