Kiss Me Again Book Novels & Stories

- Wait. He comes closer to me, and as I stand up, we are just a few centimeters apart. He leans in closer, exuding a feline air, slowly caressing my cheek. I close my eyes at the touch of his skin against mine. He leans down to kiss my head. Then he whispers in my ear: - Forgive me. I swear this won’t happen again.

Maybe I would still be his daughter, and just maybe, these divorce papers would not yet be in my hand. Unable to take my gaze off the divorce file, I open it and flip through its pages. Ares gave me money in hundreds of millions, including two furnished apartments. That's enough for me to start a new life anyway, but I don't feel anything towards the money or anything. I will not use his money. I just wanted his love. True love. Closing the book, Sloane asks, “Should we get some cheeseburger? You've not eaten anything today. We need you to eat so you can be healthy for the days ahead.”

"What are you doing?" "Sssshhh—" his thumb lands perfectly on my bottom lip, making them shiver. "You better use these pretty lips to moan for me, not to question" My heartbeats increase rapidly. I part my lips to utter something again but get interrupted by his hot mouth crashing over mine. His palms wrap gently around my cheeks to prevent me from moving away from the kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, probing for approval as I part my lips wider to let him in with all my needs. He strokes his tongue into my mouth passionately, giving rise to my longing. The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike all the kisses we shared after meeting for years. I don't know what makes him kiss me s

It was thanks to his hands that she was still able to stand up. She cannot deny, the longer the kiss persisted, the sweeter it became on her lips. His lips were hot and moist. She can taste the mint flavor of the toothpaste that he used. He bit her lower lip again and it made her groan. But still, no matter how hot and passionate the kiss was, Althea had to breathe. She pushed him away and when his lips barely left hers, she turned her head away. When he leaned in for another kiss, it landed on her cheeks.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

He looks at me with a mischievous grin and leans so close to my lips. "Is it a crime that I want to kiss you again?" he says, and I swallow hard, not taking my eyes off him. I know I had told myself this had to stop, but my common sense just flew out the window the moment he got this close. ##########

In every breath. His face is so close now that I can see the tiny flecks of gold in his green irises. Feel his warmth. His breath on my lips. — Lina, my name is only a hoarse whisper, laden with everything left unsaid between us. — We're going to destroy everything, I whisper, my eyes blurry. — Maybe. His hand slides up my arm, a slow, burning caress. But some things deserve to be destroyed. When his lips brush mine, it is both a surprise and an inevitability. An electric shock runs through my entire body, making every fibre of my being vibrate. The kiss is soft at first, hesitant, as if testing boundaries. Then it becomes more insistent, more desperate.

"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.

And he did. They crashed into each other like a wave against stone—needing, claiming, choosing. Clothes dropped to the floor in a trail of surrender. They made love slowly this time—no dominance, no possession—just skin, sighs, and promises whispered between gasps. She touched his scars. He kissed her tears. And when they lay tangled in the sheets, hearts pounding in sync, he turned to her. “I never thought I’d marry again,” he said. “You didn’t,” she whispered.

he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing over my lower lip, "let’s make sure you remember this moment." And then his lips were on mine again, his kiss devouring, his hands possessive, and I melted into him, the book forgotten, the world forgotten, everything forgotten except the heat of his body, the taste of his lips, the way he made me ache with a need I didn’t understand. Until, finally, we pulled apart, our breaths ragged, our bodies trembling. And with a smirk, Miles took the book from my hands, his fingers brushing against mine. "Now," he said, his voice rough, his gaze burning into mine, "we can go.”