Kissing Hug Novels & Stories

“I know it is a hug. Why?” “Because that’s what we do here.” I gave a bright smile which he didn't replicate. I doubt he knew how to do that. “In Russia, we don’t do hugs,” he said flatly. "Really?" I raised a brow while tightening my grip. "Then what do you do?" “We do slaps on the back. Fist bumps. Handshakes. But not hugs.” I smiled up at him. “Well, here, we do hugs. Lots of them.”

“And you just go ahead and let it out, sweetie. We’ll cry with you if you want.” “Too late,” I announced, dabbing at my wet eyes. “I already am.” Then I dove in to hug Isobel from the front while Camille kept hugging her from behind. Backing away as if we had the plague, Gabby offered us two thumbs up. “You got this,” she said, avoiding anything that resembled huggable contact. “Oh, don’t even think about getting out of this,” Camille growled, lunging to catch Gabby’s arm before she jerked her in to join the group hug.

And then, he kissed her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t a loving kiss. It was a kiss filled with anger, with hate, with longing, with all the conflicting emotions that were tearing him apart. It was a kiss that said I hate you and I love you all at once. It was a kiss that said I want to push you away and I want to pull you close. It was a kiss that was messy, and rough, and desperate, and perfect.

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

he mumbled, looking at me with filled with emotions eyes. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. He was shedding tears and smiling at the same time. Then he pulled up my upper body and hugged me tight. He kissed me gently while embracing me. My body was still very weak, but I put my arms around him as well. I could feel his heart pounding loud and fast. I was thankful that I was able to hear it. I was grateful to see him again, to feel his warmth again…

"I know." He pulled me into a hug. Held me for a long moment. "I should go." He said finally. "It's late." "Okay." He kissed my forehead. Then my nose. Then my lips. But when he tried to pull away, I didn't let go. I reached up and cupped his face in my hands, pulling him back to me. The second kiss was slower. Deeper. His hands found my waist and pulled me closer. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing a little heavier.

The bond between them flared, invisible but undeniable, pulling them together like a force of nature. Their lips met in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, desperate, and filled with a longing that had been simmering for too long. Sarai’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if she could merge her very being with his. Hugo’s arms encircled her, anchoring her to him as though she might vanish if he let go. When they finally pulled apart, their breaths mingling, Hugo rested his forehead against hers. "You’re mine," he growled softly, the words carrying the weight of a promise.

When we were both out of breath, our lips parted. I breathed deeply while closing my eyes tightly, still feeling his kiss. He pressed our foreheads together as we calmed ourselves down. He kissed my forehead before hugging me. I don't know why I suddenly felt comfortable when he hugged me so tightly. He's giving me comfort through his warmth. And it's kind of an ecstasy for me I got addicted with his hugs and kisses. I'm used to him doing this to me often.

The hug was like a shelter from the storm, a haven where Maya could let her guard down and simply be. "Don't worry, sis," Hazel whispered her voice a soft, soothing melody that seemed to vibrate with love and reassurance. As they hugged, the tension in Maya's body began to dissipate, her muscles relaxing into the warmth of Hazel's embrace. She felt a sense of security, of being protected from the uncertainties of the world. Hazel's arms were a refuge, a reminder that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as sisters. The hug lingered, a sweet, tender moment that spoke volumes about the bond between them. In that instant, they were more than just siblings – they w

He sticks his hands to his slacks and then after what seems like an agonizing eternity which infact was not up to a minute, he faces me. "I need. . .I badly need a hug right now princess and I know you might not like–" I stand on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck before he finishes his statement. Kael's scent envelopes around me as he hugs me back, his arms snaking around my waist to pull me closer to himself. I feel him sniff at my neck and the sensation causes ripples of delight to stir through me. He needs the hug for comfort, but I am the one enjoying it. My lids droop close and I breathe him in — all of him. His scent that I have committed to my memory. His hot breath fans my nec