Kiss Now Lie Later Novels & Stories

A passionate kiss united us Under that bright night sky, love reigned, and the future smiled at us And believe me, I was ready to live fully again and fight the whole world if I had to, to protect this happiness I deserved — and that I denied myself for far too long Ladies, we all deserve it Not just me Not just a few women All of us We went back inside and the party kept going beautifully Suddenly, my phone vibrated “Unknown number?” I murmured, surprised I stepped into the kitchen But when I answered, the call ended Right after that, a message appeared

“First you kiss me like you mean it. Now you shoot like someone who’s been holding it in for years.” She shivered when I pressed my thigh between hers. I felt the way her breath hitched. Good. I wanted her off balance. “I told you,” she said, voice a little breathless. “I haven’t.” I smiled knowingly, letting her see that I didn’t quite believe her. But I didn’t push. Not yet. Instead I leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep, tasting the lie on her tongue. She kissed me back like she was trying to distract me. It was working.

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.

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.

“A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “That’s twisted.” “Maybe,” he said smoothly. “But every night, when your lips touch mine, I know what you’re hiding—fear, anger, curiosity. One day…” He let the pause drag, savoring it. “…desire.” Heat shot through her, unwanted and infuriating. She stabbed her fork into the lamb too hard, nearly splitting the porcelain beneath it. “You’re delusional.” He leaned closer, invading her space, his cologne wrapping around her like smoke. “No. I’m patient.”

he said, impatiently cutting me off. Then, realizing his sharp tone, he softened his voice to say, "I'm at Cassie's funeral. We'll talk later." After the line went dead, I sat still, staring at my phone for a long time. He had forgotten that today was our fifth wedding anniversary. He was at his first love's funeral, crying as if the world had ended. All I could do was send Rory an apology, and he replied with a sticker. [Cheer up, Jilian. It'll be fine once everything blows over.]

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.

There was no going back, that was what the kiss screamed, possession. A gentle gasp escaped Nuella's lips as she felt his lips on hers. Her breath hitched and a small smile secured the bream of her lips as she settled into the DOMINATING kiss that had her pussy tingling. This is who he had always been. A domain. During work and in the sexual room where he lacked patience and calmness.