Kisses On The Back Novels & Stories

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

he whispered, trailing kisses up my skin. His hand slid to the back of my neck, and before I could catch my breath, his mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was hungry,needy. Tongues clashing, teeth grazing, lips parting like we were trying to devour each other. I tasted myself on him, and it only made me wetter. His grip on my waist tightened, my nails digging into his shirt as he kissed me like he needed it to breathe. When he finally pulled back, both of us breathless, he stared at me,dark, sexy, smug. “Can you walk?”

Before we left, he swallowed his daily dose of vitamins, which I had secretly swapped out. I had deliberately delayed him by taking my time changing clothes and putting on makeup. Marigold, on her end, kept pressuring Chester to hurry up since the banquet was about to begin. Moments later, I was finally ready, and we set off. But as soon as we got on the highway, I noticed Chester starting to nod off. Pretending to be annoyed, I complained that he had rushed me too much, and I'd forgotten the gift I had prepared for Florence. I then insisted we go back to get it.

“All done.’’ I smile, catching back my breath quietly without making it obvious. But the next thing he does makes my smile freeze on my face. He leaned in to kiss the pendant on my chest. Then up to my collarbone. Goosebumps spread over my skin like wildfire. Héctor didn't stop there. He slips a hand around my waist and kiss my neck slowly, sending electrifying jolts of arousal through my body. “Héctor.’’ I hold his hand back. But he doesn't flinch, licking the skin on my neck like his happiness depends on it. He moves up to my jawline. My cheek. The next place was my lips. But I stop him before he does. ‘‘I um… my mouth probably stinks.’’

She was crying now, trying to hide it. I kissed her. “I love you,” I said. “Then come back to me,” she said, voice cracking. I turned and walked into the cold morning air. Every step felt heavier than the last. The train station was at the edge of the village. It looked like both freedom and danger. I didn’t look back. Five hours later, the train pulled in with a loud hiss and the sound of steam. I stepped out onto the platform and looked up. There it was.

My back arched into the touch on instinct. I felt his breath stutter. His lips drifted from my mouth to my jaw, then lower, brushing that sensitive spot beneath my ear. I gasped, clutching his shoulders, nails digging in without meaning to. He began to kiss my neck slowly. Each kiss felt softer than the last, like he was making sure I felt cherished, not rushed. My fingers traced the line of his spine, feeling him shiver slightly under my touch. “Blake…” I whispered, because it was all I could say.

The doors opened at 8:47. "Something smells good." His voice arrived before he did — low, unhurried, the voice of a man who assumed he'd be listened to and was never wrong. Dominic Moretti filled doorways the way most men filled chairs. Broad. Still. The particular stillness of someone who had never needed to raise his voice to make a room go quiet. He had a fresh cut on his jaw. Lena looked at it for one second. Then looked back at the tomatoes. "You're bleeding," she said

I am too young that time. I closed my eyes tightly when I suddenly step forward towards Mr. Woods and kiss him. It was just a fast and a swift kiss. I immediately step back and stared at him. He is looking at me eyes widened. His lips parted while staring at me. "Goodnight, I will get inside already. Bye." I uttered nervously and left him there. What the hell did you do, Kellah Fazandra?????

I kissed the back of her neck. "I'm mad at you." She whispered back. I loosened my arms so she could face me. I kissed her lips. "What did I do love?" "You came in late and made me wait before you came to say hey." She pouted. I laughed softly. " I'm sorry babe. I had some things I needed to take care of. Why don't I give you that hello now?" I pulled her close and kissed her. I wasted no time in getting on top of her and showing her how much I missed and love her.

I'd underestimated her, but never again. I pulled myself back to the present after that. The gloomy reality that Tamia’s lips were still against mine echoed deep in my veins and I hated it. Her lips were soft, too deliberate, and too practiced. There was nothing passionate about this because it felt like the kind of kiss meant for the crowd, not for the man beneath it. I could feel her smiling against my mouth, savoring the moment like she’d just conquered something worth celebrating. I didn’t kiss her back. I just let it happen, long enough for the cameras, the council, and the wolves in the crowd to get their perfect image of unity, then I pulled away the moment the elder’s voice rang out: