Kiss Me Novels & Stories

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

I pulled her closer, urgency lacing my voice, “Kiera, kiss me.” Her eyes widened in shock, “What?” “I want you to kiss me,” I said, my tone commanding, leaving no room for debate. Before she could protest, I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine. The kiss ignited like a fuse, raw and passionate. Our mouths moved together as if they were meant to be, her warmth enveloping me. My tongue slid against hers, exploring the depths of her sweetness, and I felt her body responding instinctively, as she locked her arms around my neck. My hand roamed her back, my fingers seeking the curves of her body, pulling her closer as the world aro

The room was filled with the soft sounds of whispered sighs and the gentle rustling of sheets, a symphony of pleasure in the making. As our lips met, a surge of heat coursed through me, igniting a fire deep within. Calla's kiss was an intoxicating blend of sweetness and passion, a declaration of her desires and an invitation for me to surrender to mine. Our mouths moved in a rhythmic dance, exploring and claiming each other, as if trying to convey a lifetime of longing in a single embrace.

"Kiss me," she breathed out in a soft, urgent plea, "Kiss me, please." Immediately she said those words, Blaze's lips met Astrid's with a fiery intensity, initiating a kiss that set their worlds ablaze. Their tongues entwined in a fervent dance, momentarily leaving them breathless, caught in the magnetic pull of their desire.

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.

In the faint glow of the emergency exit sign, he looked tired and messy. Still hot though. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said. “You called me a moron,” I finally said, my voice cracking a little. “For falling in love after one kiss, FYI…. It was two kisses and I’m not in love with you.” “I’m—“

"Would you like to kiss me?" I crawled up onto the bed directly between her legs. With an act of will I passed her pussy and went all the way up until I was directly over her face. I lowered myself down to kiss her and as I did our nipples pressed together and we both groaned. Krissy reached up and put her arms around my neck, pulling me down into her. We kissed deeply our tongues wandering freely. It felt amazing, Krissy's lips, her flesh; everything about her was so much softer and sweeter than a man. Never mind the way her soft little sighs sounded in my ears.

Although the words stuck in my throat, my body was screaming for me to kiss him and, for a brief minute, forget the chaos of my life. He then gave me a kiss. It wasn't a tentative, slow kiss. It was intense and furious, like a fire starting inside of me. His lips meeting mine caused something inside of me to burst open, even if I hadn't anticipated it. Breathless, my eyes wide, I withdrew. "What the hell was that?" Yemi remained unflinching. He just grinned, his eyes full of laughter. "Exactly what you needed." A hand grabbed my shoulder before I could reply, pulling me back into the unprepared reality.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

I ask, my voice soft and I bite my bottom lip. Without a word, Killian closes the distance. He leans in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that starts slow and tentative but ignites instantly. It’s a collision of suppressed desire. I let out a soft moan, my hands flying up to clutch at the front of his tunic, pulling him flush against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me with a possessive urgency that leaves me feeling lightheaded.