Kiss Me If You Can Novels & Stories

Theme song - Can we kiss forever. (feat. Adriana Proenza) I tried to reach you, I can't hide How strong's the feeling when we dive I crossed the ocean of my mind My wounds are healing with the salt All my senses intensified Whenever you and I, we dive I crossed the ocean of my mind But in the end I drown You push me down, down All the shame When you call my name I felt pain When you came ❤Shanaya's point of view❤

Annika’s POV "Oh, Yes!" I hear the familiar voice echo through the walls of the living room. My feet come to a halt, and suddenly, I find it difficult to breathe. It feels like someone has wrapped his hand around my throat and is squeezing so hard. "Fuck!" A passionate whisper this time around. She is pressed on the couch, one leg thrown over my husband's shoulders. One hand is on her boobs on display, and the other is pressing into her thighs.

Wiping her tears away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. This time, he didn't pull away. I watched as their lips locked in a fervent kiss, silently counting down in my head. Raymond had always been an aggressive kisser. He liked trapping his partner in his arms, forcing their jaws slack then driving his tongue in deep. He wouldn't stop until it felt like he'd drained the last bit of air from their lungs. When they finally broke apart, panting, I opened the door.

The kiss was intimate; too intimate, like we had done some bedroom business right after that. And the caption beneath it made my blood run cold: Marshall's New Slut. Right then, I got a glimpse of what a heart attack might feel like because the poor organ threatened to fail. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. When had this happened? I racked my brain; there was nothing but a blank screen where my memories should’ve been. It wasn't even in the pool house. This looked like a corner around the bar. God, I could swear I didn't remember kissing that devil! Who the hell even recorded and released the video?

“Kiss me.” “What?” “The vibe is depressing, Tristan. Kiss me.” I chuckled and leaned down to meet her lips with mine.

But the only word echoing in my head is karma. And the question that haunts me: who is paying the price? Me? Eva? Annaida? Damon? Because right now, every single one of us is suffering in our own way, caught in the wreckage of what has unraveled. . . . . . . . Hi All, Just a headsup those who have read KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL would clearly understand the insinuations of this chapter. From Chapter 93/94 of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL.

Billy was standing before us with a bouquet of roses. “Now. Here are the rules, big horny kids,” the funny guy began with a smirk. “I will be showing you a rose. If the color is white, you must kiss the hand of the person on your left. If the rose is yellow, you must pick a place on the body of the player on your left. If I show you a red one, then you must give us a show of a passionate kiss...touching is required. Yeah, you get it...basically, you make out with the person on your left.”

It felt good, I must admit. 'If this is the last night Baby, let's do this right Kiss me like you mean it…' He began singing softly. 'If this is the last night Baby, let's do this right Kiss me like you mean it Do you feel like it's going the right way? Do you know what mm mm mm mm mm If you want that mm mm mm mm, baby… God, this song is ringing in my head…' 'It's catchy,' I said, sitting up. He raised his head and frowned.

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

"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.