Kiss Story Novels & Stories

“They want a story? I’ll give them a goddamn story.” He moved with a suddenness that stole her breath. One hand caged her against the wall by her head. The other came up, his fingers not touching her face, but hovering so close she felt their heat. His eyes blazed with a decade of obsession, a year of war, and a desperate, furious want. This was the forced, passionate kiss. Not born of love, but of a tension so high it had to snap. It was a collision, not a meeting. His mouth crashed down on hers.

He said so dominantly. Without realising,my lips were sealed with his.My eyes opened widely at whats going on.My first kiss has been stole by Keron the famous musician l didnt see this coming.Whatvisvthis man doing? Butv hey amb really surprised at how incredible his mouth taste.Yes l kissed him back after he wasnt willing to leave my lips The kiss was too gentle and l didnt want it stop.But my heart told me am not doing the right thing.l struggled to be let free from him but was all in vein.His kisses grew more fierce.His hands started messaging and a small moan escaped my mouth .

he melted into her, holding her tightly like she was the most precious person to him, and at that moment she truly believed she was. Their lips gently brushed against each other, creating a tender and sweet sensation. It was a soft and delicate kiss, filled with warmth and affection. Time seemed to slow down as they savored the intimate connection between them. The touch of their lips was gentle, when Killian's tongue found its way into her mouth, Lisa shivered in delight.

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

"I chose you. Both of you. That was always the choice." Dimitri was reloading. Moving toward them to finish what he'd started. Katerina intercepted him. The fight that erupted was the most beautiful and brutal thing Lena had ever witnessed. Teacher and student. Master and weapon. They moved through the cathedral like dancers performing something sacred and violent. "You made me into this," Katerina said between strikes. Her voice was breaking. "You broke me and rebuilt me and told me it was love." Dimitri smiled even as blood ran down his face from a cut Katerina had opened above his eye. "I did give you everything."

Levi's kiss was a testament to the intensity of his feelings, a way to bridge the gap that had formed between them and convey the depths of his love. Selena's response was a mixture of surprise and surrender, her lips responding to his with a mixture of passion and vulnerability. The room was alive with the echoes of their connection, a symphony of emotions that reverberated through the air. Their kiss was a declaration of the unspoken promises and the shared journey they had undertaken.

"Is that supposed to be a kiss? Do you need me to teach you how?" Before Dean could respond, he lowered his head and kissed him. This time, it wasn’t a mere fleeting touch, but a deep kiss, filled with intensity, dominance, and an unmistakable sense of control. Shawn's lips pressed firmly against his, his tongue expertly slipping past his teeth, and slithered into his mouth, greedily claiming his breath.

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.

he whispered, voice low and hesitant. “No, no,” Jaiyana interrupted, her voice shaky but earnest. “I wanted that kiss. Please forgive me. I just…” Before she could finish, Kaplan leaned in once more, capturing her lips with renewed intensity. The kiss was deeper this time, charged with longing and emotion, and Jaiyana responded in kind, her heart racing and her breath catching as the moment stretched between them. Every glance, every brush of their hands, every shared warmth drew them closer, the world around them fading into a quiet, private bubble of connection.

I freeze for a moment before parting my lips. His tongue dives in, claiming my mouth, tangling with mine. At first, his kiss is soft, restrained, but the moment our tongues touch, it's like a beast breaking free—wild, sucking, devouring. My body melts, breaths quickening, soft moans escaping my throat. The kiss lasts, not calming his heat but stoking it. When our lips part, Kieran presses me back onto the bed, his mouth trailing down, kissing, nipping, until he buries his face in my collarbone, sucking hard on a tender spot.