Lingering Kiss Novels & Stories

With a tender gesture, Ezekiel drew her closer and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss. As their lips intertwined, the world around them disappeared, and they were lost in the moment. Their bodies pressed together as if trying to become one. The kiss was slow and deep, filled with passion and longing. It was as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now that it was here, they were not willing to let go. The kiss became more intense, and they both knew that this was just the beginning.

he melted into her, holding her tightly like she was the most precious person to him, and at that moment she truly believed she was. Their lips gently brushed against each other, creating a tender and sweet sensation. It was a soft and delicate kiss, filled with warmth and affection. Time seemed to slow down as they savored the intimate connection between them. The touch of their lips was gentle, when Killian's tongue found its way into her mouth, Lisa shivered in delight.

Her bandaged hands, delicate yet determined, pulled him closer, drawing him down. Their lips met in a kiss that felt like the culmination of something far greater than either of them could have predicted. It was deep, passionate, and filled with a longing that spoke of lifetimes, not just moments. They kissed as if they were lovers who had been separated by time itself, as if they had always been meant to find each other, against all odds.

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.

With a tender yet longing touch, Lyall's lips met Leanda's, initiating a kiss that seemed to ignite a spark within them. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, each touch conveying a mixture of passion, desire, and a hint of longing. Time seemed to stand still as they explored the depths of their emotions through this simple act of intimacy. Leanda's senses were overwhelmed with the taste of Lyall, his scent enveloping her, and the warmth of his embrace.

What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you'd forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

He lifted his mouth off hers and gave a crooked smile that said everything and yet nothing. Lea licked her lips and tasted him. She wanted him with a deep ache that vibrated in her core like a plucked cello string. Her heart was still racing, her pulse off the charts, and her legs trembling. Now, that was a kiss. She felt dazed, stunned, and spinning with lingering sensations. Her mouth still felt sensitive, and her lips were slightly swollen. She searched his gaze for any sign; he was as affected by their kiss as she was, but his gaze was like the ocean beside them, with its mysterious depths and shifting shadows.

He looked back up and I noticed his eyes were the perfect reflection of lust and were so dark you could mistake them for black. He wasted no time when he crushed his lips to mine and pulled me even closer as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and run my hand from the base of his neck moving upwards. I felt him shiver and then groan as he moved me even closer. I tilted my head back when I needed some air which allowed him to nibble on my neck and his other hand to go exploring just like at the picnic. "Cole." I whispered.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

His kisses, tender and lingering, trace a path from my neck down to the curve of my shoulder. Liam's fingers continue their journey, dancing along the skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The air is charged with anticipation as he leans in, capturing my lips in a hungry kiss. Our mouths meld together, a fusion of passion and longing, as if trying to convey a lifetime of emotions in that singular moment. Liam's touch is a symphony of sensations, each caress a whispered promise of intimacy. As the world outside fades away, the only reality that exists is the intimate connection we share in this secluded sanctuary.