Love Of Kiss Novels & Stories

he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.

He kissed me like he needed the kiss to survive. My heart soared on golden wings. Songs would be written about this moment and scholars would look back and say that this kiss was one for the books. It was heaven. Pure and absolute heaven. He kept his forehead pressed against mine as he pulled away, both of us breathless and shaking. “I love you too, Ava,” he whispered, barely separating his lips from mine. I beamed at him as his face split into a grin that illuminated my world to brilliance. I couldn't stop giggling. I was drunk on my own happiness and love.

His lips were warm, his breath was warm, his whole body was filled with warmth, Fiona closed her eyes and reached out her tongue to gently lick his lips. Fiona remembers the night with that strange dream, she was wrong, his taste is not like ice cream, he is better than ice cream. Breathing tangerine together at the same time became fast, not knowing his heartbeat woke Fiona, Fiona suddenly recovered, she just kissed Uncle Paul Henry? Fiona She closed her eyes sadly, her mind was really not clear today, how could she do such a brainless thing. Now what to do? Fiona let go of his hand, took a few steps back, didn't know what to think, stretched out his hand to rub Paul Henry's lips.

He said as he brought his lips to mine. When his lips touched mine, I instantly melted from his touch and leaned into the kiss. It was so passionate, urgent and soft all at the same time. He brought his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I brought my right hand to rest on his chest as I kissed him back. A few seconds later, we broke the kiss and Tyler rest his forehead against mine. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Tyler who had his eyes closed. He then opened them and looked at me.

Their lips met in a tender embrace, time seemed to stand still, enveloping them in a sacred cocoon of love. Their breath mingled in a dance of longing and surrender, igniting a flame that burned with the intensity of thousand suns. Their kiss seems to transcend all realms, a testament to the eternity of their love.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

There was no sound save from the sound of the music, echoing faintly from the party scene which was barely heard. They stared at each other amid the darkness, the sound of their heart thump-thump as their emotions arose rapidly, then George held her face and kissed her passionately. “I love you very much, Nasha. I have been thinking about you for the past few days. Please, be my girlfriend, I promise to protect you!” A sonorous voice cried out. She hastily unlocked her lips from his’ as if she was being stung by a bee then said, “I’m afraid, I don’t think that I can do this. I just can’t…”

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.

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.

he inquired, his voice laced with gentle curiosity. Drawing closer, Camila's voice softened to a whisper. "I love you," she confessed, her words enveloped in a delicate vulnerability. With a tender touch, she cupped Ethan's face, her fingertips caressing his skin. And then, with a surge of affection, she pressed her lips against his, initiating a passionate kiss.