Kiss Me One Last Time Novel Novels & Stories

I wish more than anything that our lives could've been different. I see him bite his lip, pushing me over the edge. I couldn't hold back anymore. I needed to kiss him one last time. I quickly closed the distance, devouring his lips. I could feel Hunter's emotions through the kiss. He had no idea what would happen, but I could sense that part of him knew. He could tell that this would be our last kiss.

She lifted her head, gazing at me with a bittersweet look. And then, for the first time all day… I let myself kiss her. A jolt of electricity surged through me. It burned. It hurt. It seared my soul. I wanted to pull away—but I couldn’t. Because deep down… I knew. This was the last time I would ever kiss her.

My words were choppy and rough, barely audible, "For one last time.." He exhaled heavily but he still held me close. One arm left my body and I felt him edge backward just a little bit. Like a caress, he trailed his fingers along the line of my jaw, lifting a line of goosebumps in its wake, before he hooked it under my chin and lifted it up, so I can meet his gaze. His thumb ran over my lower lip, his eyes on mine, "Can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice a mere whisper, "For one last time.." He added, bringing his mouth a centimeter from mine.

And I would sit quietly on the couch, listening to him tell me all his problems with my chin on my hand. He would always say, "Winnie, you're always my best listener." Later, Sydney had returned from abroad with a burning passion. The next time I quietly listened to him talk, he began to say, "Winnie, why are you always just a listener? You don't understand my world at all." I stood on the balcony in the breeze all night on the day I heard those words, I understood then. He didn't love me anymore.

How we got to my room after that came and passed like a breeze with her legs locked across my hips and grinding against me as we continued clashing with our lips and tongues and the taste of the wine that we had earlier made it all the while more mind blowing. When we got to my room I ript off her gown like it was made of paper and that was when the lights came on after that nights earlier blackout that had encouraged me and my Beta's outing. And then I saw it. Well I saw her. And it couldn't have been anyone else at all, it had been years but I knew that it couldn't be anyone else. "Zenith..." I called her name and even though I was already sure that it was her the way her eyes widened in r

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

He answered confidently. "Your answers are too long Enrique." I said. "Yah! I slowly learned how to answer long, how to answer in paragraph way and not only a phrases." He said. "The last question my dear, what's the last question?" I asked. "The last question is, 'If today is Valentines Day, who will you bring into a date?' Hmm. You. Katie. Because why do I need to find someone else. You are just infront me." He answered gladly.

However, it was far too late. I wanted to tell her I didn't blame her, but I knew she could never hear me. In my final moments, I would never know if Mom truly spent her life atoning, nor what path Ryan would take in the orphanage. All I could sense was freedom from every burden. And with the wind, the life of Jessie Hartwell faded away.

It should be saved for the wedding night to make it perfect. I still remembered the day we shared our first kiss. She had been so nervous. The moment our lips touched, the tips of her ears turned bright red. I had believed she treasured our relationship that much. I had believed no one could ever love me more than Luna did. Inside the room, the couch creaked and groaned. Luna's moans and Lucien's muffled sounds drifted through the doorway in fragments. My nails dug deeply into my palms. It felt as though sharp hooks had sunk into my heart. Every second I remained there was torture.

I say and he smiles at my answer. Filippo holds my waist and pulls me to him; his warm breath intoxicates me and makes me long for his kiss. Which he immediately gives me. His hand comes to the back of my neck and lightly pulls the strands, I hold his arms and he guides me to the bed. The kiss becomes more intense and the center of my legs begin to throb. “Finally, we are going to have our first time!” - My mind screams as I close my eyes, feeling Filippo nibbling the thin skin on my neck.