Love New Kiss Style Novels & Stories

As the sunlight danced across Krystal's face, Adrian leaned in, closing the distance between them, and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. The kiss carried the essence of their love, a delicate blend of affection, passion, and sweet devotion. It started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's lips, the warmth spreading from their mouths to envelop their entire beings. As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

He took this opportunity and gained entry into my mouth, and I couldn't control it any longer. I kissed him back with the same passion. I could feel his smirk against my lips. My hands moved to his black hairs, and I pulled them. The kiss was so different from the punishing kiss he gave me eight years ago. I had never been kissed like this before because he kissed me last time out of anger. But this time, he is kissing me like I'm delicate glass doll. I like it. I like this feeling. This is my true first kiss with my true love. Butterflies were flying in my stomach. We are kissing passionately.

Daring myself not to blink, in a bid not to lose a single second of staring into these beauties. He places his second hand on my waist, and I gulp as he moves closer to me. Butterflies erupt in my chest as he brings his lips in contact with mine, and I don't wait a second before accepting his kiss. I take hold of his shoulders and relinquish myself into this demanding kiss. I kiss him passionately, hoping this kiss forces my lips to tell the tales of love I have for him. Tales my lips refused to deliver in words. I let out soft moans of pleasure as Damon's tongue begins to work wonders. Soon his hands begin to travel all over my body, and I don't stop him.

There my very first love-kiss! Chelsea nodded her head but her eyes dropped to my lips. "Sophie?" "Yes?" I whispered, Chelsea reached for my hand. She started tracing patterns on the back with her fingertip. Can I....can I kiss you again?" I swallowed feeling butterflies in my stomach. You want to kiss me again.... already?" Chelsea nodded her head. "I've always wanted to kiss you. And well you're mine now and I liked it. I liked kissing you. You tasted like sugar."

she whispered, her voice barely louder than the tide, yet it carried an incredible weight. I didn't answer with words. I stepped into her space, my hands finding her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. The touch was electric, a sudden release of all the built-up tension, the trauma of the past year, and the profound relief of finally being safe. When my lips met hers, the kiss wasn't gentle—it was deep, hungry, and full of a fierce possession that we no longer had to hide. [LEXIE NGUYEN]

badly. I turned and leaned up to kiss him. It was as if we were instantly transported back in time, back to our little house on the beach. Our time apart melted away as though it had never been. His hands went to the sides of my face, embracing me as he kissed me. It was the tender kiss of two people in love. Soon, however, the kiss turned from tender to passionate, as our tongues began to move against each other. I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides.

“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 found it very romantic when she did that, which only meant one thing -- she was hungry and yearning for satisfaction! So I pulled my lips from kissing her chest and raised my head to face Chloe - staring straight into her eyes with burning intent; all I wanted now was to take this to another level. I was hard and extremely horny -- and I knew she could tell because her hand brushed severally against my di*k while we kissed. Then I raised both hands to clamp Chloe's warm shoulders and whispered to her face in a low breathless voice, saying "Let's make love Chloe...not unless you don't..."

Then, before she could move, Kenny leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It happened so fast. Her eyes opened wide in shock. For a second, she couldn’t move. The kiss was soft, warm, and full of something she couldn’t explain. But the moment her mind caught up with her body, she pushed him away quickly. Her hand flew to the door handle, and this time she opened it fast, got out, and walked quickly into the hotel without saying a word or even looking back. Her heart was pounding hard, and her lips were tingling from the kiss. She just wanted to get away before her feelings could betray her.