Kissed Book Novels & Stories

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

(Iris) The touch of his lips against mine was electrifying, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t known existed. It was a kiss filled with both passion and restraint, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken bond between us. In that moment, everything else faded away. His warm hands framed my face gently, drawing me closer with a tenderness that contradicted the intensity of our kiss. Our breaths mingled, creating a shared rhythm that echoed the unspoken understanding between us. It was a moment where words were unnecessary, where every touch, every heartbeat, spoke volumes about the connection that had quietly grown between us.

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.

Author's POV To my lovely readers. I thought it necessary to clarify a few things concerning, A Kiss For Every Bruise. In this story, I am not romanticizing trauma, nor am I simplifying abuse. I have no intention of turning healing into a miracle cure. I am only trying to do something far more difficult and far more honest, which is showing that survival is layered, that love can be both healing and frightening, and that trauma does not end at escape, it echoes, especially in children.

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

"It's okay, baby. We will get through this together. You just have to be strong for me and the children in your womb” I nodded, feeling a little bit better than ever before. Raising my tear-swollen face from Felix's neck, some strange spirit descended on me and I locked my lips to Felix's, kissing him passionately. Felix's lips were cold, devoid of passion and desire for me. He kissed me back, and it ignited a fire of lust in me. From running my hands seductively over his chest, I lowered my hands down to his trousers, dipping down there to grab his conk that I have always yearned for.

I kissed his jaw, unable to help myself and whispered against his lips, “I’m not done with you.” ____ A. Gupta . Please, leave a comment, vote and press the gems. And do share the book with fellow readers. Thank you :)

Her breath caught, and she turned her head slightly to meet his lips with her own. The kiss started out tender, slow, almost like they were testing the waters. But then, something shifted. A spark ignited between them, and the kiss deepened. Daniel’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Tasha responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips. The rhythm of their kiss grew more insistent, more urgent.

His eyes stayed on hers as he leaned over her, slowly kissing his way from her throat to the hollow between her breasts, making her breath catch on every drag of his tongue. The bond pulsed harder now, electric between their bodies. Her magic responded to it, rising under her skin like a tide. When he took one nipple into his mouth, her back arched with a cry. The sharp flick of his tongue, followed by the soft scrape of teeth, had her hips grinding up into him instinctively. He growled, low and deep, kissing her on the way down and settled between her thighs, dragging his lips down her stomach. “Ronan” Her voice broke on his name.

he whispered alluringly. At that moment, I stopped caring about the question. Our future together had been written for us a long time ago. Someone could say that the affection we shared wasn't real since it was created by a spell… But isn't love always magical? It began exactly like the love between Immara and Jadiel. It started with that one magical kiss. After all that happened, I like to think of the kissing spell not as a curse, but merely a way to correct the evil fate of our previous lives. This time, we finally found our happy-ending. THE END