Kissing Snap Novels & Stories

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

He stilled for a moment, forehead resting against mine, breathing ragged. “You okay?” he whispered. “Yes,” I said, and meant it. And then he moved slowly, almost too slowly, like he was savoring every second and he was afraid he’d miss something if he went too fast. My hips met his thrusts. His hand slipped between us, fingers circling my clit. I gasped again, louder this time, my back arching off the cushions as heat coiled low and tight inside me. “Sienna,” he whispered, voice fraying.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

His green snake-like eyes roll into the back of head when he moves, flipping us so I am now under him. With my legs moved to his shoulders, he pounds into me, ruthlessly. He leans forward to kiss me and my breath catches in my throat. He said there would be no kissing on the mouth, so what the fuck is he trying to do? Before he can, I lick and kiss his chest as I graze my teeth over his nipple, and he shudders. His movements become sloppy and I know he is close, so I moan louder as I squeeze him harder. He roars with his release, panting and chuckling before he opens his eyes and looks down at me.

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C

I snake an arm around her waist, gripping her tighter, pulling her flush against me. A soft gasp leaves her lips—and then she kisses me. Open-mouthed and slow, starting at my jawline, trailing slowly toward my lips. It takes every ounce of restraint not to pin her down and dominate her until the only name she remembers is mine—moaned over and over again as I fill her tight little cunt with my seeds. Her lips hover over mine—barely a breath away—and when she leans in to close the distance, I do the unthinkable. I turn my head, fighting against the mate bond and my wolf all at once to take what's mine and mine alone.

Something in him snaps. He kisses me. It’s not a kiss. It’s an attack. His mouth crashes down on mine with a fury that steals my breath. His hands come up to grip my face, holding me still for his assault. His tongue pushes past my lips, demanding, angry. He tastes like coffee and mint and a deep, simmering rage. I should push him away.

Learning in bitting, kissing and sucking all over Koishi neck makes him moan tears falling down from the corner of his eyes. "TAKE-AH~" Koishi screams tugging his wrist as it scratches his wrist leaving the red mark feeling himself cumming making him gasp.

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.