Lies Before Kisses Novels & Stories

She couldn't help herself but kissed me back. I smiled while our lips were still tasting each other and I pinned her to the door, she didn't react and was still embracing me. It was damn hot! We were being naughty. Pinning her more to the door, we kissed passionately, soft and smooth. Time was like in slow motion, I never kissed a woman like this before. I could felt her catching her breath but it didn't stop us. I didn't know how long we were kissing but I love the way she was kissing me back, it was turning me on. But then unfortunately, a sudden knock disturbed us and she hurriedly pushed me.

she says while giving me a kiss on the cheeks. "Alright get ready we are going there in a couple of hours" I pulled Elina for a lip kiss, she was surprised "this is the price you have to pay me if you wanna come" I wink at her before our lips collided for a kiss.

I was having a hard time breathing I was so nervous and excited for this moment. Gabe leaned in. He didn’t kiss my cheek this time, though, he brought his lips straight to mine. A burst of electricity filled the air, exploding all around us. His kiss took my breath away and my knees went weak. I brought my hands to his shoulders and pulled myself closer to him.

He pushes us back until my back meets the dresser. As our lips danced in a silent rhythm, I felt a symphony of emotions welling up within me. There was a sense of security, a reassurance that we were bound by something far greater than the tangible world around us. The taste of his kiss lingered on my lips like the sweetest of melodies, imprinting a memory that transcended the physical act itself. Liam pushes the objects onto the furniture and lifts me up, placing my bottom on top, pushing the dress down to my thighs as he gets between my legs, without ever breaking the kiss.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

Then the more he tried to stop, the more she pushed down his head and lips close the nipples. And when she became wet up, George moved into action as the sound of his strokes was loud enough to be heard by the neighbours. “Baby, ride me on…. Baby, you’re so sweet…” She whispered sweetly and he replied “I love you, Nasha. I love you”. Then he hastily drew out his thing from her when the liquid was about to drop and he kissed her forehead and fell out from her body as they gasped for air and finally fell asleep; with their hands clinched on each other.

⸻ ”…before the Fourth Kiss. End of Chapter 13

“Curious, Your Highness? Am I not allowed to surprise you?” His lips curled—not quite a smile. More like a warning. “Surprises,” he said, “usually come with a price.”

Her body fit against his, soft curves pressing into him as if they were molded for this forbidden closeness. “Trina…” he breathed, torn between guilt and want. She tilted her face to his, their mouths brushing, then meeting in a kiss that was both tender and hungry. Her sigh melted into him, and his fingers tightened on her waist, pulling her nearer, unable to resist the fire licking through his veins. Their kiss deepened, mouths opening, tongues tasting, breaths mingling in urgent rhythm. The garden seemed to close in around them—the roses leaning, the fountain whispering, the night itself conspiring.

She was beautiful just as she was. Thirdie found himself wanting to kiss her, but he feared waking her. So, he looked out the window, ignoring Jeff and the butler waiting outside. The sight of her lips seemed to invite him, and he leaned in, brushing them lightly against hers. The kiss was gentle, shallow just enough. Kathalina shifted slightly but didn’t wake up. He drew back a little, resting against the seat with his eyes closed.