Kiss Me Again Book Novels & Stories

I say turning to her. “You could say that again” her blue eyes gazing into mine. “We should do this again” should I kiss her? I don’t know. “Thank you, for today” she says softly. I place my hand on bare thigh where the slit of her dress is widely open. Her skin is soft beneath my touch. She doesn’t protest. I lean in and stop halfway. She closes in. Our lips brush, just enough to send electricity pulsing through my veins. Then she deepens the kiss. Her hand finds its way to my Jawline and for a minute everything goes away. The plan, the secret, the lies and the car following me.

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.

He whispered and sealed her with an aggressive, passionate kiss. – This is my first ever book so far here in Goodnovel and I hope you'll support me through the end. Love y'all, ma butterflies.

I wanted know what they would feel like. "Read to me." His voice came snapping me out of my reverie and I was glad he spoke up cause I had a feeling that he wouldn't have liked it if I had kissed him and so I simply nodded, slipped from his lap, sat back where I was earlier and picked up the first book. It was titled 'one kiss from you by Christiana Dodd, great for the moment! I opened the pages and began to read while Orian reclined on the seat with his arms spread out paying an attentive ear to my voice.

All they taught her was to throw away her pride into the trash can and follow your heart like a pathetic loser. They gave her the fucking delusion of how she can be the special one, the one who would be able to melt his cold heart. Thinking about it now have her the goosebumps due to the cringe. And it also made her fucking mad! If she wasn't so convinced and manipulated by those, now disgust inducing, romance novels, she would have done better in her life. She should really beat up those authors and ask for compensation for ruining her life! Was it really good to deceive innocent people who invested their money and time like this?

The reason being is (as this author has mentioned in his reply to one of the reviews here) because there will be 2 books for Book 3. One book would showcase what happened if Phraser did make it through and actually alive and soon reunite with Autumn (the book is already up on Good Novel and it is called “Pulling Off the Impossible”) while the other book follows the plot should Phraser did not make it, and it is called “Kiss Me First”.

she whispered, so softly it was almost swallowed by the silence. She closed the final inch of distance between us, her body pressing against mine. Before I could move, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled my head down, crashing her lips against mine. The kiss was desperate, fueled by years of repressed hunger and a refusal to let go. It was a cold, hollow sensation compared to the electric fire of Blair’s mouth, but Meera clung to me as if she could force me to remember the man I used to be.

He kisses the inside of my thigh, my hip bone, close to my belly button. “What are you doing?” He laughs, his breath tickling my ribcage. “Kissing every inch of you, branding you, loving you.” “Keep it up and maybe you’ll make it into this next book.” He comes face to face with me, kissing around my lips but never right on them. “Something tells me there’s going to be a lot about me in this book…just like the first one.” I arch when he strokes his cock against me. “Maybe,” I tease.

* * * Maerilee Brook seems to surge with a newfound confidence, and kisses me again, deeper this time. It’s a kiss so passionate, I feel it down to my core. The air cracks with electricity around us as we back up, back into the library. Once inside, he pulls the door shut behind him, and I hear the sound of it locking.

BOOK 5: Chapter 2: Against the Glass “Don’t you dare,” I whisper, breathless but resolute. He pauses, eyes darkening with something primal, something both dangerous and delicious. Then, without another word, he kisses me again. And this time—it’s different.