Kissed Book Novels & Stories

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.

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."

she confessed in a soft whisper, before succumbing to the intense passion that engulfed them both Their lips collided in a fervent kiss, tongues intertwining in that familiar dance that never failed to ignite Marissa's desire. His skilled tongue delved into her mouth, igniting a fire within Marissa that threatened to consume them both. She marveled at his ability to evoke such a strong response with just a kiss, as if he possessed the power to unlock every secret desire within her.

Kissing Aria tasted like heaven. It was not like the dramatic one people exaggerate in books, not the rushed kiss filled with hunger alone but this was filled with something softer, warmer, and real. Comfort and desire colliding all at once, it was like home and danger wrapped into one breath.

Sparse gray hair framed her gaunt, elderly face. When she saw Marigold and me walking hand in hand, with Daniel, now toddling along, her lifeless, dull eyes suddenly flared with astonishment. It was like a brief flicker of life in a dying flame. I smiled before saying, "Ms. Callaghan, I almost forgot to tell you—today marks 23 years since Mari and I met. Don't you think it's a wonderful day to celebrate?" "You… You…" Florence stammered, but no coherent words came out.

“Yes, I am a womanizer but I am a womanizer with taste, Arya. Just take a look at that girl. It seems that she only gets to take a bath once a week and someone told me that she reuses her socks. That’s just fucking gross!” I narrowed my eyes at that because I do not know how true it is. Kisha is flamboyant herself so it’s really hard to believe. “Who told you that?” “Monique” I rolled my eyes at that. “You’re stupider than I expected. Of course, Monique would bad mouth her because she likes you! Kisha isn’t like that, for fuck’s sake she won’t even touch the ground.” My twin brother just smirked. I did not say anything more because just then, we already entered the school grounds and once th

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

023. Their lips collided in a passionate crash, sending shivers down her spine. Axel's kiss was intense, all-consuming, and utterly intoxicating. His tongue teased hers, igniting a fire that spread through her veins like wildfire. As he deepened the kiss, Amber's thoughts dissolved into chaos. Her heart pounded, her senses reeled, and her body melted into his. She was lost in the storm of sensations, unable to escape the torrent of desire he unleashed. Axel's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers intertwining with hers as he explored the depths of her mouth. The world around them dissolved, leaving only the thrum of their racing hearts and the sweet, sweet torture of their kiss.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

The soft pressure of his fingers urged her closer, closing the distance between them. As their lips met, a surge of electricity pulsed through Isabella's body, sending shivers down her spine. The kiss was a fervent fusion of longing and desire, a silent declaration of the emotions that words could not convey. Their mouths moved in perfect harmony, synchronized in a dance of passion and vulnerability.