Kisses Notes Novels & Stories

He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it. Gradually, the woman stopped as the man kissed her. She shut her eyes close and respond to his kisses. Although he did not know, he followed the movement of its lips. Tonight, that's their first kiss. A first kiss full of love, between an angel and a demon. Almost every well -known surname attended Hades ’grand birthday party. Even well -known artists were there as well and some big -name senators in the country. As Khione requested, some of Hades' friends also attended his birthday. It's his 24th birthday, and everyone's excited to see the handsome Hades.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

Leaning forward, he kissed her neck, his lips igniting sensations within her. Cassie felt her mouth go dry as she inhaled the sweet scent of his body, her nerves tingling with anticipation. It was her first time, and she couldn't help but feel nervous. As Anderson licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance, Cassie gasped for air, trying to relax into the kiss. Anderson deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as Cassie felt herself succumbing to his touch. With each moment, she felt more and more enveloped in passion, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.

She tells me her voice is stronger than I expect. I kiss her lips, the taste of strawberry lip gloss sweet and surprising, chasing away the shadows in her eyes, the tremor in her hands. Her lips part, a warm invitation, allowing my tongue to explore the hidden sweetness within. As she deepens the kiss, her fingers tangling in my fiery, long red hair, a shiver of pure electricity runs through me as my cock twitches. “If you kiss her much longer, we aren’t going to question Avery,” Sebastian’s gruff voice cuts through the haze, a jarring note. Reluctantly, I nibble her lower lip, the soft skin yielding beneath my teeth, before breaking the intoxicating kiss.

"Kisses..." His lips claimed mine, and not even the most vivid dream could have prepared me for the sensation it brought. My senses exploded, surrendering to the passion. My lips parted, and I welcomed every lush lick of his tongue, relentlessly exploring every inch of me. I shivered as the sharp edges of his fags grazed my lip. He didn't cut the skin, but the sole closeness filled me with wicked excitement. His hand at the back of my head fisted my hair, urging me closer, deepening the kiss. I didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but when our lips separated, I spent minutes trying to even my breath and calm my thundering heart.

And then, finally, he closed the distance. His lips brushed mine once — a whisper of contact — before pressing in, slow and deliberate. The kiss was deep from the start, but not greedy; it was calculated, coaxing, like he wanted to draw every ounce of resistance out of me and replace it with him. His mouth moved against mine in a rhythm that was maddeningly slow, making every second stretch until it was almost too much to bear. I could taste the faint bite of whiskey on his breath, mingling with something darker — the taste of him.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

His gaze lingered on her face, unreadable and intense. Elisa closed her eyes as he leaned in. Her lips trembled, waiting for the kiss that would seal everything. His breath touched her skin—cool, minty, mixed with the rich scent of cologne. Her whole body tensed as his lips brushed against hers in the softest kiss. And yet, it felt like fire had just been lit inside her veins.

Now. I was already soaked. Had been since lunch, when he’d cornered me in the supply closet for a thirty-second kiss that tasted like spearmint and danger, his hand sliding under my skirt just long enough to feel how wet his morning voice note had made me. The note was still saved on my phone—twenty seconds of him stroking himself in the shower, growling “niece” right before he came. I’d listened to it four times on the drive over.