Last Kiss Book Novels & Stories

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

He pressed his lips gently to her hair, inhaling the scent of lavender that always clung to her. “No matter what happens tomorrow,” he whispered, his voice low and raw, “you are my last first love. Nothing can change that.” The words broke her. Tears welled in her eyes, hot and insistent. She turned in his arms, searching his face, desperate to believe that love could stand against the storm bearing down on them. His eyes, stormy grey, laced with exhaustion yet burning with fierce devotion, held her captive. Her lips pressed to his with a desperation that matched his own. The kiss was not gentle; it was fierce, unyielding, as if both feared it might be their last. She clung to him, her hands

“Wait, just let me-” “I can’t be selfish with you, Xiomara, even though everything in me is telling me to. So I want to ask if I can have one last kiss before we go our separate ways, if that’s okay with you?” Go our separate ways? Is he that determined to let me go? I sigh and nod my head. “One last kiss before I go,” I say with trepidation in my heart because I know this kiss will be the one to set my soul ablaze. He parts my legs and moves closer, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip…

"Daddy, please! Get in the pod!" Hearing the name one last time made his chest heave. He leaned into the small capsule, his mouth crashing against mine in a desperate, savage kiss that tasted of salt, rain, and a final, permanent goodbye. He bit my lower lip just hard enough to draw a drop of blood, marking me one last time.

, l lastly said while making my way to him . He gave me a smile which didn't reach his eyes in response . " Adrian ..", Just as he was making it the door , l called him softly . As soon as he turned , l instantly slammed my lips over his . I kissed him with all the love and desire , l had for him . I inwardly knew it that this might be the last time I was going to see him . We kissed for a pretty good time , though it wasn't that intense , it's what I needed . I wanted it badly , to at least recall .

The last thing she wanted was for David to lose control and get enraged; she tried to calm the fire that was permeating her own body by putting it down. His stony mouth twisted into a menacing grin as he smiled. When he rasped, "A lesson in how to greet your lover," she knew that he was going to kiss her since she was expecting it. She jerked her head to the side in an attempt to get away from him, and he quickly shut his mouth over the fast-throbbing pulse in her neck. She let out a cry as his full lips moved closer and closer to her ear. As he continued to blow softly, he said, "Because, regardless of how much you wish it wasn't true, I am your last lover." Not your hubby from so many year

she smiles and comes closer for a lingering kiss. *** THE END ***

Our look, as I hold her in my arms for possibly the last time, is pained and passionate. I pull her close, kissing her lips, trying to memorize her taste and her softness. She tries to pull back, and I let her. “Please,” I say so softly that I wonder if she heard me. But she did, and she knows what I’m asking, what I need. So she leans back in, kissing me harder, deeper, rubbing against me through our clothes for this one last time together. I pick her up, never breaking our kiss as I lay her out on the coffee table, sliding the books on it to the floor with a sweep of my arm.

My death day had finally arrived. As a workaholic who never took a day off, even on a holiday like New Year’s, Daniel still left for the law firm early in the morning. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. “Wait for me tonight.” I smiled as I watched him go. I stood there until the black Bentley disappeared at the end of the road. I was the only one in the villa. I had sent the housekeeper away. I locked the door and drew all the curtains. I went to the bathroom and turned on the water.

“Deeper, cousin. Fill me again.” Hours later, near dawn, a floorboard creaked outside. We froze, hearts pounding. Footsteps paused, then retreated. “Close call,” he breathed, pulling me close. “That decides it. We end strong tonight, then treasure the secret.” Our final encounter was bittersweet passion slow kisses turning frantic, bodies moving in perfect sync. “I love you, Elena. Forbidden or not,” he said as we climaxed once more. “I love you too, Jax.” Tears mixed with sweat. As summer faded, we dressed reluctantly, sharing one last lingering embrace. The lake house held our stolen fire, a chapter closing with heavy hearts but no regrets. Whatever came next, this connection would echo fo