Love Of Kiss 소설 & 이야기

“What kind of kiss was it?” “What do you mean?” “Was it long, short? Tongue? Did he moan while he kissed you?” “I guess there was some tongue.” Willow shrugged. “But I promise it was nothing! It was a kiss for show and that’s it.” No it wasn’t. I was getting really irritated with Levi now. He had many opportunities to tell his family that Willow was not his girlfriend and now he was making them think that they were madly in love. Who does that?

It isn't like the kiss we had in the break room; this time it is full of emotions of love. As we kiss, it is like a rush of emotions. Relief, joy, and the happiness of being close again fill me up. Every kiss feels like a fresh start, wiping away the silence and bringing us back together. At that moment, it is just us, forgetting everything else. The kisses speak of saying sorry without words and a strong desire to make things right. The kiss is like a story filled with love, regrets, and the promise of better times.

I look around the ice cream shop—Liam happily eating his treat, Knoxx watching me with love in his eyes, normal families doing normal things all around us. "Right here. With you two. Building something new and healthy out of all this chaos." "I love you, Caroline Hill." "I love you too, Knoxx Wayne." Liam looks up from his ice cream. "Are you guys gonna kiss? Teacher says when people say I love you, they usually kiss." We laugh, and Knoxx leans across the table to kiss me gently. It tastes like vanilla ice cream and hope. "Eww," Liam says, but he's smiling.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

The gang leader commented making her closed her innocent eyes in shame and lips quiver in fear, fear was swamping in her veins because the shameless and dirty mouthed senior was approaching her. Reaching her he stood before her and raising her chin by his thumb he whispered, "you didn't came sweetheart that's why i have to come and now without wasting any moment let's share our first kiss."he uttered with almost lust and nandini sobbed and try to make his grip loose but as an answer he just leaned in and nandini cried more harder. Navya and mukti try to come in between but seniors were holding them tightly and looking at nandini like this they were also crying little.

Key’s voice began more deep and heavy. Right after Phoebe turned her head and try to giving him an answer, Key immediately kissed Phoebe’s lips greedily. His hands slowly groping up from Phoebe’s hips to the favourite place of all men in this world. Of course, it made Phoebe’s body slowly felt warm by his touch. The two of them tried to dominate each other with their passionate kissing. A few moments later, ringing sounds echoed in their “honeymoon” suite. Both of them are still ignoring their phone calls, which come almost at the same time. Neither Phoebe nor Key wanted to be disturbed at this point.

I said hugging him. "I love you too." he whispered into my ears. He pulled back from the hug and kissed me. I kissed him back. He is the love of my life and I am the love of his life.

I just didn’t want to. I stood perfectly still while looking up into his mesmerizing eyes until he slowly lowered his face. When I still didn’t move, he gently placed his lips to mine. His kiss was slow, sweet, and oh so arousing. My body reacted as if it had a mind of its own. I moved closer, until I could feel his solid chest while he encircled me with his thick arms. His kiss went from light and tender to deep and urgent. His hands roamed my back while mine pulled him closer. I wanted to meld my body with his; to become one. Never in all of my days had I ever experienced something so intimate, yet erotic, with a simple kiss.

He moans against my lips and I just kissed his lips like they were cherry and just like that, I had my Jeffery back to me. "I love you, Jeffrey!" The End.

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