Kiss Please Novels & Stories

The kiss was a possessive demand, a silent command that left no room for argument. Even while his lips were still on mine, Ryker moved with a savage purpose. He spread my legs, unzipped his trousers, and slammed his cock into me in one swift, brutal motion. The sudden, deep invasion made my vision go white. I gasped and moaned into the kiss, a sound that was a mix of shock and pleasure, but Ryker was too lost in the moment to even notice my struggle for air.

I pulled her closer, urgency lacing my voice, “Kiera, kiss me.” Her eyes widened in shock, “What?” “I want you to kiss me,” I said, my tone commanding, leaving no room for debate. Before she could protest, I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine. The kiss ignited like a fuse, raw and passionate. Our mouths moved together as if they were meant to be, her warmth enveloping me. My tongue slid against hers, exploring the depths of her sweetness, and I felt her body responding instinctively, as she locked her arms around my neck. My hand roamed her back, my fingers seeking the curves of her body, pulling her closer as the world around us faded away. Every taste, every sensation heightened the d

I whisper and with the smile of a predator, Kandy dives down to capture my lips in a steamy kiss. The first step to the sinful heaven we are going to tonight…

“Curious, Your Highness? Am I not allowed to surprise you?” His lips curled—not quite a smile. More like a warning. “Surprises,” he said, “usually come with a price.”

To admit his flaws, to give explanations for his wrongdoings, in front of so many influential people — it was on another level. My heart melted. Tears escaped my eyes before I could stop them. Ryan came to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. Not a peck, not a staged kiss for the cameras, but deep, passionate, consuming. His lips pressed against mine with urgency, with desperation, with a rawness that spoke of regret and longing. It was as though we poured all our emotions into that kiss — the years of silence, the pain, the love we had buried. For a moment, I believed there was hope. That maybe, just maybe, we could give ourselves another chance.

"Ahhm...well not really, I'm not into girl's anymore, since I came back from Norway, nah....girl's are chasing money, they are hungry for Peruvian weaves and all, you don't give them money they go so nah.. He grasped some air....then he went on.. "Anyways are you ever free? Like can I take you out for breakfast anytime you free before you come to work"? I almost screamed right there, I felt like a panick attack or something, In short...my temperature just went up like seriously seriously....so Simon Cowell says...hahahah.... "You okay " ? He questioned me again. "Ahhm yeah sure we can do it....yeah we can...gotta be here by 0900 though ".

“Annika, did you just scrunch your nose up in disgust at me? My eyes move from her lean figure to Ares, but he totally ignores me, his hand slowly caressing the side of her face. “You look hot when you are angry,” he murmurs, then plants a peck on the side of her face before stalking away. “Ares!” “Hey!” Her claws dig into my skin as she whips me around to face him. “You didn’t answer my question.” “Because I can do whatever I want to do in my home!”

Kenny couldn't help but feel nervousness as he looked around. Zeres turned to Kenny, his face filled with determination. "Do you know the name of the antidote for the poison ?" he asked. Kenny nodded confidently. "Yes, I do. I know the name of the poison," he replied, trying to steady his voice. Zeres leaned in, his eyes fixed on Kenny. "Tell me, we have to be quick " he urged." We need to find it as quickly as we can. " Kenny took a deep breath and said, "It's called 'Serpents Kiss.' I think the antidote to it must have the name of that sort."

so just let me explore you I'll sing for you Just before you sleep But in this case love Your beauty sings to me...

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean