Kiss Rock Bottom Novels & Stories

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

At that moment, the air in the basement seemed to hum, and it was as if their heartbeats synced into one steady, rhythmic pulse. Dominic didn't say a word. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. It started as a soft, tentative touch, but as Rhea leaned into him, he held her closer to his body, his arms wrapping around her waist with a protective, hungry strength. He kissed her more romantically, his lips moving against hers with a passion that had been building since the moment they met in the ruins of Sector 4.

"Yes, almost every night. But this one felt so real. When he shot me, I could feel myself dying." Rock sighed, worried for me. "Fuck, baby. What can I do to help you through this?" I pushed him back down and lay on his chest. Rock gently rubs his hand up and down my back, providing comfort. I gaze into his eyes and slowly move closer to his face. I lean in and kiss him passionately. We continue kissing for a while until Rock shifts our position, hovering over me. He then leans down and playfully nips my bottom lip before trailing kisses down to my jaw. I tilt my head back, granting him better access to my neck, and he takes full advantage of it. Meanwhile, Rock's hand ventures further down m

"I am not offering you a chance." She pressed send. All five outlets. Simultaneously. Reiss watched her do it. Did not move. Did not speak. Just watched. Then he reached into his coat. Took out his own phone. Made a call. One sentence in a language Elena did not recognize. Ended the call. Looked at her.

I looked away. He held my chin and forced me to look at him again. I knotted my brows when I faced him. Before I could utter a single word, Rogie brought his lips onto mine and kissed me. My breath hitched and my mind went blank. After a few seconds, Rogie pulled away and smirked at me. "There, you owed me one kiss. If you want to get even, then come with me in private." Then Rogie stood up straight and walked out of the canteen.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

She whispers, “Kiss me.” The request punches the air out of my lungs. “Mimi ” “No jokes,” she says quietly. “Just… kiss me.” So I do. Slow at first. Testing. Her lips warm, trembling against mine. Then deeper. Her fingers gripped my shirt tighter. Her breath mixed with mine. This kiss doesn’t feel like our usual “act.” It feels like a beginning. Like something we’ve both been denying for way too long. When we finally break apart, her forehead rests against mine.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

But most of all, I tell him that I'm sorry he's not free to live a different life, a life free of darkness, away from the cartel. When I try to break the kiss, he stops me. His hand goes to the back of my head, cupping me. He crushes me to him, pressing his lips hard against mine, taking what I was offering and then so much more. Andres' kiss is desperate as he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. When I try to pull back again his other arm slides across the back of my shoulders and he anchors me against him, forcing me to accept his kiss. I taste his desperation mixed with dominance and rising passion. And while my body quickly responds to his demand, like in the shower, my mind rebels.

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.