Love New Kiss Style Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I continue eating the carbonara I snatched from him. She looked very shocked and I don’t know why. “What's the natter, are you okay?” I asked her. She just look at my face with a confused look. She looks very shocked. “Hey, Letisha meet my friend Kairo. Nairobi this is Letisha, my new friend,” I brought them together. Letisha stand and vowed her head, while Kairo nodded his head. I stopped Letisha from what she doing. No need for the formality. Kairo is a friendly man, so no need for that.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

"Maybe she was in a bad mood.'' he muttered to himself. He decided not to bother himself with her again but deep down he knew he had fallen in love for the first time in his entire life and he would do anything to get her. When he got back to class, he saw her reading, she looked up and their eyes met. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He walked over to his seat, Charlie saw him coming and grinned. "What's up man, how did it go?" He asked. Blake forced a smile and said; "How did you think it went? You know I always get the girls, it was really easy, looks like she already liked me.'' he lied.

“I’ve missed you”. She spoke softly, winked her green lovely eyes romantically, then used one of her figures to draw a heart symbol on his chest. “I’ve missed you a lot, my love” He snorted as he drew her close to his body then gently caressed her hair as he planted multiple kisses on it. “I don’t want this to end now. I want you by my side till death. I love you beyond words, Nasha.” He whispered in a shaky quiet voice as his lips trembled and his breath beats faster like the tick of a clock.

"I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them." "Ma'am, actors kiss all the time. There would be no sentiments attached. All you have to do is shut your eyes, tilt your head to a comfortable side, part your lips and brush your lips against his. " The photographer painted a vivid picture, obviously upset by the attitude I displayed. Felix looked at me for my consent. I reminded myself that all the kisses I ever gave to Clyde were fake and I reminded myself why I accepted to marry Felix. I then pulled close to Felix and did as the photog

Yas POV His mouth crashed into mine immediately. The kiss was rough and hungry, nothing like the composed professor he had been playing. His tongue pushed past my lips, his hand fisted my hair and tilted my head back. I moaned against his mouth as my fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, spreading it open. His chest was warm beneath my palm and his muscles tensed as I dragged my nails down his skin. He broke the kiss, breathing hard. "Turn around. Bend over the desk."

He gently turned her around until she was facing him, his brown eyes searching hers with a mixture of love and longing. “I love you,” he whispered, the confession catching her off guard. Before she could find her voice, his lips captured hers. The kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with unspoken promises and quiet devotion, as if he were pouring every feeling he had into that single, breathless moment.

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.