Kissed Book Novels & Stories

Audrey whispered back. Killian swallowed hard and put the book down. Then his hands went to cup Audrey’s cheeks and he leaned his face into her. He captured her lips and she surrendered completely into him. She ran her fingers through his hair and deepened the kiss, inhaling his intoxicating scent that sent the butterflies up and down her spine.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a collision of unspoken desires and pent-up feelings that had simmered beneath the facade we had both worn. As our lips met, time seemed to unravel, and the world melted away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his presence. His kiss was fervent, a declaration of sentiments that words had failed to capture. The warmth of his breath, the tenderness of his touch, all merged into a tapestry of sensations that enveloped me completely.

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.

I expressed loving the way she looked at me. "Are you being serious?" "I am," I voiced and she shifted leaning over to place a soft kiss against my lips. "Does Mesi know?" I asked curiously as she pulled away from the kiss leaving her lips centimetres from mine. "She read one of my electronic books that I wrote a few years back," She voiced as my hand moved further up her thigh. . . . . . . .

The kiss landed softly at first it was warm and careful, But the moment Klein responded, something deeper ignited between them. His lips pressed harder against hers, lingering hungrily while his fingers tightened around her waist possessively. Ria’s breathing trembled against his mouth as she moan slowly… Klein tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss as though he had been starving for it. The outside world faded completely. Only the sound of their breathing remained. The warmth of their bodies and the slow, intoxicating movement of their lips. Klein’s tongue brushed softly against hers, pulling a quiet moan from deep within her throat.

The bookshop smelled like aged paper and quiet. Like someone had taken all the noise out of the world and stored it between these walls. Lena stood in the doorway with Dominic's hand on her back, and she couldn't move forward. A woman stood behind the counter, reading. She looked up when the bell chimed. Her eyes—dark brown, sharp, familiar in a way that made Lena's entire body go numb—met hers across the room. She knew. Without introductions. Without explanations. She knew.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

Then, without saying another word, Claire leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. As our lips touched, I felt a spark of electricity run through me, sending shivers down my spine. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, but it was filled with a depth of emotion that left me breathless. I deepened the kiss, my tongue brushing against hers, and Claire responded eagerly, her lips parting to allow me to explore the warmth of her mouth.

Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that. The world would be a boring place if we all weren’t individuals and unique with it. “I love romance books too.” When they gaped at me, evidently disbelieving my claim, I reached for my cellphone in my purse, scrolled onto my kindle app, and shoved it at Aoife. She peered at the covers and laughed. “You like mafia romance?” I didn’t have to look in a mirror to know my eyes were twinkling. “Very fitting, no?” “Very.” She pursed her lips. “Why do you want to know if Finn is what you think he is?”