Kiss Novels Novels & Stories

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

Instinctively, she licked her lips, only to meet his waiting ones. Without another thought, Ayaaz captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Both closed their eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of their raw and untamed passion for each other. Her heart skipped a beat as he began to devour her lips, tilting his face for better access. Ziniya, mirroring his action, reciprocated the kiss, her toes curling from the passionate grip he held on her. Her inexperience only fueled his possessiveness, and he deepened the kiss as if to forever seal his claim on her.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

"Just a kiss. Nothing more unless you want it." Emma's mind raced, but her body answered first. She nodded. Lisa leaned in slowly. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of wine. The kiss started gentle, then it deepened. Lisa's tongue brushed Emma's lower lip. Emma moaned quietly into the kiss. It felt better than she had imagined all those secret nights.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

“We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.” I let out a sharp breath and turned away, staring out the window. Moscow glowed beneath us, golden lights hiding rotting bones. “How the hell did he get to him?” I muttered. “That place was a fucking fortress.” “She’s a ghost,” Alek said quietly. “No pattern. No signature. She picks her kills like a god picks storms.” “She?” He nodded. “Her real name’s Amara Voss. Used to work under a few aliases; Russian, Italian, Middle Eastern. Never caught. Never seen. Just bodies and flames in her wake.”

His eyes stayed on hers as he leaned over her, slowly kissing his way from her throat to the hollow between her breasts, making her breath catch on every drag of his tongue. The bond pulsed harder now, electric between their bodies. Her magic responded to it, rising under her skin like a tide. When he took one nipple into his mouth, her back arched with a cry. The sharp flick of his tongue, followed by the soft scrape of teeth, had her hips grinding up into him instinctively. He growled, low and deep, kissing her on the way down and settled between her thighs, dragging his lips down her stomach. “Ronan” Her voice broke on his name.

She was crying now, trying to hide it. I kissed her. “I love you,” I said. “Then come back to me,” she said, voice cracking. I turned and walked into the cold morning air. Every step felt heavier than the last. The train station was at the edge of the village. It looked like both freedom and danger. I didn’t look back. Five hours later, the train pulled in with a loud hiss and the sound of steam. I stepped out onto the platform and looked up. There it was.

He answered sweetly and he is now starting to kiss my earlobe and his tongue teasing it like it's a sweet delicacy. With that, I let go of my hesitation. He carried me like I am just a light feather in his arms. We are both wet and throbbing. He kissed me with hunger, licking and biting my lips. I feel a little pain, but it was gone right away when he licked and sucked it after. His tongue is dancing and matching my rhythm. I suddenly felt the soft mattress on my back without breaking our kiss. My hands are touching his hard muscle, restless and trying to hold onto something that I can't name.