Love New Kiss Style Novels & Stories

I lean forward and place my lips to his. I kiss him passionately like it's my last because it is. I'll never forget the taste of these lips on mine, never ever. No man will ever have my heart because it will always belong to Lore Cavannaugh. I slowly unbutton his shirt and run my palms over his perfect body. He unzips my dress and unclasps my bra. His mouth comes to my neck, kissing and sucking gently, then his mouth comes back to mine and he kisses me, pouring all his love into me and mine into him.

The hallway became a stage for their unspoken desires, a canvas upon which their longing and love were painted in vibrant strokes. Their lips moved with a mixture of urgency and tenderness, each touch a declaration of the emotions that surged between them. The hallway seemed to blur around them, the world shrinking to the space they occupied. Levi's kiss was a testament to the intensity of his feelings, a way to bridge the gap that had formed between them and convey the depths of his love.

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.

Then he murmurs, so low the sound is lost in the wind. "Mine." And then, only then, he truly kisses me. It is not a groom's kiss. It is a claim. His tongue asserts itself, possessive, dominating, marking his territory in a language only we understand. It is the kiss from the office, from the floor of his office, from the hotel mirror in Tokyo, concentrated into a few seconds stolen from public view. When he withdraws, my lips are numb, my breath short. Applause erupts, the music swells again. People smile, some wipe away a tear.

he said which brought a smile on my face and again reconnected our lips like before, but the kiss was sweeter and shorter than before. We kissed slowly and gently, out of love. Yes, we were feeling love for each other and making love as well. We nipped each other's lips in french style, he was holding my chin, so that he could get better access. We both kissed to our heart content and later broke the kiss, when we were satisfied.

I can't help but smile as I gaze at her, caught up at the moment. She notices my admiration and playfully asks, “See something you like?” I gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, meeting her gaze with affection. “No, I see someone I love.” In response, I lean in for a slow, sensual kiss, attempting to convey the depth of my emotions through the tender connection of our lips. The world fades away, and it's just Kylie and me, lost in the enchantment of the moonlit garden. The warmth of the kiss reflects the love and longing that have been building between us.

She knew how to do this love thing better than him. His eyes fell to her lips so as hers, and his thump slowly caressed her cheeks walking its way to her lips while his palm sat at her lower chin, more like he was going to choke her. He leaned softly and took her lips into his. Kissing her slowly and gently. As passionate as ever. His hand held onto her neck, rather softly yet mesmerizingly as he kissed her more. It was their first kiss as a couple and it felt more genuine, more love-inclined, more pussy tingling, and more dick throbbing.

“Vice and Victor’s stylist.” “Of course,” he pulled a face. “They, like, have a stylist?” “Darling,” she said affectedly. “Everyone has a stylist nowadays.” He leaned over and brushed his lips over hers, and then groaned and deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking against hers, heat building between them, his breath becoming heavy as his hand slid up from her waist to cup her breast. She arched up into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair. His lips against hers felt so… so right, she thought, but made herself release him and ease the kiss away.

I already missed the feeling of his touch, and I welcomed his lips with a delightfully pounding heart. Rominic chuckled softly against my mouth, before slowly, deeply, taking possession of my lips. This kiss was more intense than the first, lacking the urgency of lust, but abundant with love and passion, making my knees collapse from under me. Luckily, Rominic was quick to catch me, effortlessly lifting me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he supported me by my bottom.

"What are you doing?" "Sssshhh—" his thumb lands perfectly on my bottom lip, making them shiver. "You better use these pretty lips to moan for me, not to question" My heartbeats increase rapidly. I part my lips to utter something again but get interrupted by his hot mouth crashing over mine. His palms wrap gently around my cheeks to prevent me from moving away from the kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, probing for approval as I part my lips wider to let him in with all my needs. He strokes his tongue into my mouth passionately, giving rise to my longing. The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike all the kisses we shared after meeting for years. I don't know what makes him kiss me s