Kissxsis Novels & Stories

This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life. Gabe gently pulled away, just long enough to look at me with those glowing green eyes. Then he leaned in again. Our lips parted this time and the kiss became more passionate, with our tongues delicately dancing. My hands drifted up his back. I could feel the definition of his muscles, even over his shirt, and it turned me on even more. I wanted to feel his naked skin, his firm body, all of him and all at once. This is what I've wanted for so long, I thought. And I want so much more.

His breath filled her mouth, and she felt like she was about to collapse, but she struggled to no avail. After an unknown amount of time, Kisa felt like she was about to die. Her lips felt like it was burning. She whimpered in protest, and the man finally let go of her. She leaned against the wall, gasping for air. Her breath gradually calmed down after some time. "Are you crazy? Didn't you say I'm disgusting? Why do you keep kissing me again and again if you think I'm so disgusting?" Kisa stared at the man in front of her in contempt and asked.

But Kline’s sweet kiss helped her to relax strangely. When Seren was all the way in, Kieran didn't wait. She positioned her core at Lalisa’s lips, which were just freed from Kline’s kiss. “Open your mouth,” Kieran commanded in a deep voice. Lalisa hesitated for a moment, but when she met those powerful grey eyes, she obeyed and opened her mouth. Kieran’s hot core pushed into her warm mouth until it was completely full. It was a feeling that was both shameful and thrilling at the same time.

I pulled back, avoiding the kiss. Lisa's eyes narrowed, questioning. "Don't you miss me?" she asked, her voice tinged with hurt. I tried to explain, but Lisa silenced me with a kiss. As we kissed, I felt a rush of anxiety, But Lisa's lips were familiar, comforting. Just as I was starting to respond, I gently pushed Lisa away, breaking the kiss. Lisa's eyes sparkled with confusion and hurt. "What's wrong, Kevin?" she asked, her voice trembling. I took a deep breath, knowing I had to tell her the truth.

At this moment, the air crackles with tension and unspoken desire. As they lock eyes, a tender spark of longing passes between them. Kalix's gaze shifts to her lips, and with an aggressive touch, he leans in to press his lips against hers. The kiss is wild, filled with a mix of passion and desire. Time seems to stand still as they get lost in the intoxicating moment, their bodies drawing closer in a warm embrace.

I say turning to her. “You could say that again” her blue eyes gazing into mine. “We should do this again” should I kiss her? I don’t know. “Thank you, for today” she says softly. I place my hand on bare thigh where the slit of her dress is widely open. Her skin is soft beneath my touch. She doesn’t protest. I lean in and stop halfway. She closes in. Our lips brush, just enough to send electricity pulsing through my veins. Then she deepens the kiss. Her hand finds its way to my Jawline and for a minute everything goes away. The plan, the secret, the lies and the car following me.

Kristina breaks the kiss, gasping for air when her orgasm hits and I start thrusting my cock deeper into Lauren's pussy. "Fuck!" I breathe, "I'm just about there, Sis." "Me too!" she pants, "just... a little... more!" She slams down on my hard cock, rocking her clit against my pelvic bone and rides me into an intense orgasm that has her screaming my name.

Even now, he sat there, arrogant and self-righteous, waiting for me to break, waiting for me to crawl back and admit I was wrong. But this time, things wouldn't go his way. "Alpha! Luna—she's stopped breathing!" Duncan's panicked voice froze Connor in place.

she whispered, barely audible. “This.” Kayla leaned in, her breath warm against Susan’s mouth, smelling of mint and something intoxicatingly feminine. Her lips, soft and full, pressed against Susan’s, a tentative exploration at first. Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, a silent surrender. Kayla’s kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, her tongue tracing the seam of Susan’s lips. Susan’s mouth parted on a soft moan, inviting the intrusion. Kayla’s tongue slipped inside.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.