Kiss X Sis Novels & Stories

An eager moan escaped my lips. He let go of my wrists, using the freed hand to rip the wet shirt from my body. His pupils dilated as he looked down at the bare skin of my chest peeking through the lace of my exposed bra. He licked his lips and leaned forward to kiss the edges of my bared skin. My brain, and whatever was left of rational thought, melted out of my ears.

she whispered and kissed him again, this time around Ace obliged and kissed her. He placed his hand on the back of her head and one around her waist. He carried her up and dropped her on the kitchen counter. He kissed her fiercely like he has been wanting to do that for awhile now. When he broke the kiss, Kisa's lips were already bruised and he smirked. "You look beautiful like that." He whispered in her ear before retreating and walked out of the kitchen. Kisa sat there on the kitchen counter, stounded and confused. She thought that Ace was actually into her. Again.

Leo had sent me to sensory heaven two times in the space of a single shower. He held his body against mine, slowing his pace to a stop. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed me, teasing me with his lips. I brought my hand up to his face, smiling contentedly as we kissed. My fingers danced down his shoulders, making their way down across his biceps. His skin was slick with moisture, causing my hands to slide easily along.

He held my both hands after I mentioned Sisi and spun me around to meet his gaze. “Selena, I know how much you love Sisi, I see you everything, the way you hold her, the way you speak to her and ate for her I get jealous at times”, He scoffed and before I could say one word to protest he leaned over, pressing my back against the counter, he ran a quick her into my neck raking his way through me long thick hair, his mouth touched mine planting its wet and dampness to mine lip. We kissed, the sound of it was soft and whizzing at first then it grew into hungry loud cravings, he ate every corner of my lip like his life depended on it. I kissed back, running my fingers into his hair, raking throu

Her gaze softened, and it was filled with sadness. "I once had a younger sister who's only three years younger than me. We were very close. She fell in love with a handsome man and insisted on marrying him despite our family's objections. "He had a terrible temper, no stable job, and eventually became addicted to gambling. When he lost money, he would beat her and demand cash. "My sister thought about divorce, but he refused every time. Whenever she filed for divorce, he'd come up with evidence that their relationship hadn't completely broken down, and my sister, softhearted as she was, could never follow through."

Then, just as that tension reaches a breaking point, Kaius smirks from behind. “You won’t do that first,” he taunts, and before either of us can react, he gives Silas a shove—straight into the floor. And then everything erupts. Kai's lips crash onto mine. It’s sudden but not careless—it’s the kind of kiss that speaks of weeks, maybe months of buried hunger. One of his hands clutches my waist while the other drops down to my ass, gripping me like he’s claiming what’s his. The kiss is slow, deep, and intense, like he wants to taste every part of this moment.

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.

He assured her with a cunning smile plastered on his face and suddenly smacked his lips against hers, engaging her in a passionate and dominating kiss, Isabelle struggled to keep up. She trailed her fingers on his bare chest and pulled his shirt with off him while wrapping her legs around his torso securely.. He trailed kisses all over her face down her neckline to her cleavage while fondling her breasts.. She arched backwards as his lips landed on one of her bo*bs. Kristen sucked her her tities while fondling with them at the same time… Kristen trailed his tongue around her areolas Making her moan out his name… “ You're wet…” His hoarse voice ran in her ears as she suddenly felt his fingers

"Those photos aren't edited. They're real." "They've known each other all along and were lying to us right here. How despicable!" With the proof staring everyone in the face, Eva couldn't argue. She resorted to playing the emotional card. "My son and Dr. Summer have deep feelings for each other!" she cried. "They were each other's first love. You forced yourself between them! My son couldn't bear the pain and jumped into the river. This is all your fault!" As the crowd began to waver, Wendy quickly jumped in, forcing a few tears.