Kiss Me Again Book Novels & Stories

My body didn't feel like my own at that moment and my knees felt like they were going to crumble, the feeling is no new and exciting, it's also hard to explain the kiss is really aggressive and passionate and I like it, and I hate the fact that I like it, and before I knew what was going on I could hear weird sounds coming out from my mouth, I think that should be moaning, I read it in that book yesterday, gosh I'm moaning.

The dam broke. Her lips crashed into mine, soft but urgent, like she'd been holding back for too long. I kissed her back, hands fisting her blouse, pulling her closer. She tasted like mint and coffee, her tongue slipping into my mouth, tentative at first, then hungry. We stumbled against the desk, textbooks scattering to the floor with thuds that echoed too loud. My heart hammered— the door, unlocked, the risk—but it only fueled me. I wanted her, needed this forbidden thing between us.

Or that I desperately want him to be mine. "Kiss me again, please," I whisper, grabbing his wrist. A low groan rumbles in his throat, and in an instant, I'm pressed against the bed with him on top of me. His lips cover mine again, slower and more passionate this time, like he's trying to savor this moment because he doesn't know when he'll get it again.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

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.

it's too early and I can't tell her every single thing, does she even'? I asked myself in my own thoughts. Just as I was right there, I got a call from some twat of a guy who was after nothing but my pussy, he hadn't said that literally but I could see, and I did pick up, just as I was talking he came! Yes he did! He came to me and dragged himself inside and I had no choice but to attend to him. He had two Steers Packages, like I could smell the burger from right there, under the wraps, hahaha.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

I am already working on two other books, and though I cannot promise when each will be ready, I want to share my vision with you — the stories waiting patiently to be born, the worlds I am eager to open for you: Kiss of His Betrayal (Davina & Damon – Book 1) Kiss of a Fallen Star (Eva & Ryan – Book 2) Kiss of Lies and Fire (Jacob & Amara – Book 3) Kiss of His Redemption (Jenny, Jacob & Michael – Book 4) Kiss of Hidden Truths (Alex & Naina – Book 5) Each of these stories carries its own heartbeat, its own secrets, its own fire. Together, they form a universe of love, betrayal, redemption, and truth — a saga I cannot wait to share with you.

She added. We entered the dimly lit hotel room. The atmosphere felt familiar, almost identical to the last time. As soon as the door shut, she grabbed me, opposite of what she did the first time, and pulled me close. Her lips found mine, but once again, something felt different. She was shorter, and I had to tilt my head downward, a movement I hadn’t needed before. Her kiss was different too, softer, less assertive. In my mind, I was making this contrast while the romance was going on. It was actually the way I felt the first time that was why I asked to meet her again, but those feelings were finding it very hard to surface.

I felt her stiffen as I planted a kiss on her smooth, soft skin, which had a remnant of our deed from the previous night. Bringing my lips to her earlobe, I nipped gently, and she shivered. "You're going to need me, mi Cielo. It's going to happen sooner than you think," I whispered and pulled away from her. She lowered her head, her long black hair tumbling over her face. "My card's in your bag. All you have to do is give me a call. Also, don't just stand there and let those cockroaches trample over you. It doesn't suit you," I said and walked away from her.