Kiss Me One Last Time Novel Novels & Stories

That one book is probably a love story too and he's borrowing it for someone. That person might be really important to him. . . "I-I know one of his books." I pressed my lips together, gathering myself to tell a lie. "'The Choice', it was really a good one, have you read that too?" "Oh! I know that! I read that last year. I was so happy with the ending. Travis and Gabby, they deserved it. " "Hmm." That's the only thing I could respond to her because I don't have a damn single idea about what the book is about, but then again, it was about love.

I closed the space between us while letting out a deep groan; I put my palm on the side of her face and slide my thumb over her lip. “Don’t ever think your desires are weird or wrong, okay?” I slid my hand down to her throat with a firmness, I leaned in connecting our lips in a soft kiss. Sliding my hand from her neck down to her breast, giving her right breast a firm squeeze… I broke our kiss and bent down to bite her lace covered nipple.

- He begs. I roll my eyes. Putting my arms around his neck, kissing him. It is a soft kiss, loaded with tenderness. I tangle my fingers in his wet curls. I know this is a goodbye kiss, filled of all the love he awakened in me and that he never really wanted. I kiss him with all my soul, knowing that it is the last time. —Are you happy now? - My voice trembles. At some point during our kiss I started crying. My cheeks are wet with tears. I dry them as fast as I can.

His knee pressed between my legs, grounding me in that position. At first, I was frozen, still reeling from the shock, but the kiss wasn’t hurried. It was patient and slowly and hesitantly, I began to kiss him back. He immediately adjusted to my pace, letting the heat simmer rather than to burn. when he finally pulled away I was breathing hard. My chest rose and fell in quick, shallow movements. My face was flushed, I felt my lips tingle, my heart was pounding and there was a warm deep ache in my belly.

His kiss turned even rougher, crashing over me like a storm. No matter how hard I fought, I couldn't get away. Finally, it was over. I stared at the ceiling. Everything hurt. He got dressed and stood. "Be good. I won't treat you unfairly." I gave a quiet laugh. What would it take... For him to finally leave me alone?

I won't. Noticing my conflicted emotions, Pierson backs away further and my hands automatically move to the back of his neck keeping him in place in a panic. "Please." My cheeks flame up at my pathetic whimper. "Please what?" He continues his tortuous assault on me. He leans in and kisses the side of my lips every so slightly and the simple act is my undoing. "Kiss me," I whisper before pulling his lips to meet mine for the second time ever. We feverently move our lips and pull at each other trying to get as close as we can.

My death day had finally arrived. As a workaholic who never took a day off, even on a holiday like New Year’s, Daniel still left for the law firm early in the morning. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. “Wait for me tonight.” I smiled as I watched him go. I stood there until the black Bentley disappeared at the end of the road. I was the only one in the villa. I had sent the housekeeper away. I locked the door and drew all the curtains. I went to the bathroom and turned on the water.

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

He had come back earlier than promised, and the relief of seeing him overwhelmed me. I dropped everything, my bag, my purse, my phone, the flimsy veneer of my composure, and ran to him. My arms wrapped around his rigid form, pulling him into a desperate, clinging embrace. His expensive suit jacket felt like a shield, unyielding beneath my touch. My lips found his, a frantic seeking, a desperate plea. I kissed him like my life depended on it, pouring every ounce of my overwhelming relief, my missed longing, my sudden, chilling dread into that single, open-mouthed kiss.

I had done a short research on my last challenge and was going to try and win his kiss tonight. His name was Noah Miller. They called him too pure, a romantic who will not kiss without having feelings for the girl. Well, I wasn’t in a mood to do this, but I just wanted to be done with those dates. I loved my fans and I kind of owed them one last story. It was a bittersweet feeling.