Kiss Story Novels & Stories

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

Neil rubbed his hands in excitement and Lara gasped in shock. “Kiss a stranger?” She looked at her friends in much doubt. “Do not be a chicken Lara!” “Go for it!” “Fine!” Lara started to walk towards the entrance of the bar area, and halted looking at it patiently. “Good gracious. I hope it is a guy at least.” She frowned holding the handle of the door. Just then the door opened and a handsome man in a crisp suit, dark eyes and brown hair entered the bar. Without giving it much thought Lara blocked his way, and pulled him closer to her body. She tilted her head and planted a deep and passionate kiss on his lips.

Their lips met in a kiss that silenced the room, every pair of eyes fixated on them. The kiss was slow at first, a deliberate exploration that sent a wave of heat through Amira’s body. His lips were soft but firm, moving with a confidence that left no room for hesitation. He deepened the kiss, his other hand resting on her lower back, pulling her closer. The intensity grew as their breaths mingled, the world around them fading into oblivion. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of unspoken words, unresolved emotions, and a connection neither of them could deny.

Max's POV 🌶️🌶️ His hand moves to my jaw, tilting my face up as he leans in. This kiss is different—slow, deliberate, every brush of his lips setting me on fire. His tongue slips into my mouth, claiming me with a possessiveness that makes my blood sing. My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer as I deepen the kiss, our bodies pressed together from chest to hip.

He then, pulled his lips closer to mine, suddenly he kissed me, and I kissed back. The kiss became intense, we both kissed we reckless Abaddon, our tongues wrestling for dominance. As we kissed, the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment. We knew that we had a long journey ahead of us, but we were ready to face it together. After what seemed like eternity, Gabriel ended the kiss, while I gasps for breath. After gasping for a while, I got myself. Gabriel carried me to his inner room, saying he wanted to show me some files.

Xavier smiles against my lips and kisses me harder. We break apart when the sounds of police sirens penetrate the lust filled room. Xavier moves away from me at lightning speed and leaves the room, slamming the door on his way out. I slump on the floor and try to catch my breath. Holy shit, Xavier Bishops just kissed me and worse, I kissed him back.

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.

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.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

“Anyone in here? I thought I heard something.” I hold my breath so hard my lungs start to burn. If she climbs these bleachers, if she finds Zane Volkov crouched behind me with his hand on my waist, there will be no coming back from this. No spin, no excuse. It'll be everywhere by the end of the period. Ice Princess and the West Titans Captain. A headline worse than anything Maddox and Rita could ever manage. Zane's grip tightens slightly, a silent warning to stay still. As if I need it. I am a statue. I am furniture. I am absolutely not thinking about how good he smells, even through yesterday's coffee stains he probably hasn't fully washed out yet.