Kiss Novels Novels & Stories

Author's POV To my lovely readers. I thought it necessary to clarify a few things concerning, A Kiss For Every Bruise. In this story, I am not romanticizing trauma, nor am I simplifying abuse. I have no intention of turning healing into a miracle cure. I am only trying to do something far more difficult and far more honest, which is showing that survival is layered, that love can be both healing and frightening, and that trauma does not end at escape, it echoes, especially in children.

"We can do more if that's what you so desire, mi amor he mischievously whisper in my ear. Unable to resist his touch, I lean in to kiss him. This time there's no urgency like the previous night. We explore each other's bodies more leisurely. Gabriel Santos fulfilled his promise. He makes me his priority in bed, his lips devoted to kissing every inch of my body and bringing me pleasure as his tongue explores my intimacy. It elicits moans of his name from me, begging him not to stop. Until my entire body shudders, reaching its peak of pleasure solely from gabriel's lips. The Mafia Don trails his lips to my thigh, kissing, licking, and nipping at me.

What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you'd forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

H 41 Sienna. The kettle whistled loudly, almost getting my attention, but I ignored it, flicking the last of the dried rose petals into the teacup. Isabella was sprawled across my couch, one socked foot hanging off the edge, flipping lazily through one of those trashy romance novels she pretended not to love. “You gonna get that?” she asked without looking up. “I’m dramatically finishing the aesthetic,” I replied, sliding the cup toward her. She accepted it with mock reverence. “You’re a goddess.”

I replied, closing my eyes, savoring the touch of his hand. Our lips met in a soft and passionate kiss. That kiss, which began slowly, quickly became more intense, more urgent. Romain's hands roamed my body, igniting a fire that begged to blaze. I responded to his embrace with the same passion, my fingers tangling in his hair. We undressed quickly, our clothes falling to the floor in joyful disarray. His skin against mine was a revelation, a sensation I had never known before. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper brought us even closer, until we became one.

I've always admired her, but is this what I wanted? " Please do." I said. She pushed me against the wall and kissed my neck. I wasn't expecting that from Lindi. I thought she never liked me and here she is, kissing me like I meant a lot to her. And then I kissed her back. *** Hi, this is my first vampire romance book and I hope you'll like it. I'm not perfect 'cause there might be flaws. Also this book was previously named KISSES.

The Lizzy he knew was very good at kissing, and they would have a hot kiss. "Kiss me back," asked Asher. Cerise's heart raced. All the blood seemed to run under her feet. She covered her eyes as Asher sucked her lower lip and sucked her tongue. It was disgusting at first, but Cerise tried to move. She took turns sucking Asher's tongue. The man smiled. Even though she was amateur and stiff, Asher felt like he was reunited with Lizzy. Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss.

Breaking away from the kiss for air, she sighed and smiled down at him. “You know, for someone who is so shy when it comes to intimacy and topic of sex, you really do know how to use your hands..and tongue." She giggled. “Well." He smiled, squeezing her butt harder, making her gasp. “ Remember that novel I saw in your house?” “Which one?” She moaned. “I have lots of them” “ The one titled ‘Last Night.' " He winked at her. “The erotic one.” “Oh.” She replied as her eyes went wide in realization.

She stated and suddenly kissed me. That was the first time my lips touched hers. I've kissed so many women in my lifetime but she was unforgettable. The kissed we shared was slow and sensual. We kissed so deep like our lives depend on it. Our clothes were being discarded as our kiss continued to deepen. Then she moaned and called out another man's name. I stopped kissing her and lay her in bed. She was fast asleep after a few minutes. I couldn't help but watch her sleeping. I watch her sleep the entire evening. When I saw the sun was already up I left her alone. I left a note - thanks for the wonderful night.

We have had fights, but we have also shared laughter, love and a home together. “You ready?” Liam drags the travelling bag down the stairs, hair framing his forehead. He looks cute whenever he’s flustered; Liam and I are spending two weeks in the U.K in celebration for the release of his new book, ‘Kiss before the kill’ It’s a part thriller, part romance, it is about an assassin who fell in love with the person she is meant to kill. Guess who helped write the steamy penthouse kiss scene? Me.