Love New Kiss Style Novels & Stories

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.

It was the most tender kiss they shared. “I love you Maya Asher.”

Time seemed to slow, each second filled with the promise of passionate exploration. Levi's lips, soft and inviting, descended upon mine with a mixture of tenderness and determination. The kiss started slow, a gentle exploration of the depths of our connection. Our mouths moved in perfect harmony, syncing their rhythm with the beat of our hearts. The kiss deepened, our passion igniting like a wildfire, consuming us completely. His lips molded against mine with a hunger that mirrored my own, a dance of desire and longing. Every touch, every brush of his lips against mine, sent waves of pleasure cascading through my body.

I whispered, trying to backtrack. Before I could finish, he circled an arm around my waist and pulled me against him flush. I froze, my breath hitching as my hands instinctively gripped his shirt. Was that...abs? Focus, Ava! His minty breath fanned my face as he leaned closer. My grip on his shirt tightened as I shut my eyes, bracing myself. "Ava," he murmured. I opened my eyes, locking with his warm brown gaze. He kissed the space between my eyes, lingering just long enough to leave me breathless. "I love the look on your face right now," he said, releasing me before walking away, leaving me standing there, stunned and gasping for air.

“You don’t love me. You love control.” His thumb brushed her hand, his gaze burning into her. “And yet, when I kiss you, your body betrays you.” Her breath caught. Rage tangled with shame. “That doesn’t mean anything.” Dante stepped closer, pressing her back against the railing, his voice a whisper at her lips. “It means everything.” Then he kissed her. Not ritual. Not warning. This kiss was hungry, desperate—his claim written in fire and silk. His mouth devoured hers, dragging her into a storm she couldn’t escape.

"I love you, Kai." I didn't waste another second. I leaned in and caught her lips with mine. The kiss wasn't like our previous ones. It wasn't fueled by anger, or hidden tension, or the thrill of a forbidden campus romance. It was deep, desperate, and filled with a quiet promise. It was the feeling of two people anchoring themselves to each other while the storm raged outside the windows.