Love's Kiss Novels & Stories

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

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.

With a soft, understanding sigh, I surrendered and let him take total lead. He cupped my face gently, nuzzling his nose against mine, which coaxed a small, breathless giggle out of me. Then, slowly, with agonizing softness, he finally connected our lips. The kiss was incredibly sweet, free from rushed lust, and filled with a deep, pure love. He savored the feeling of my lips against his before deepening the pressure. Every movement remained deliberate and teasing, yet entirely devoted.

“Why is my love life a topic in your group chat?” “Everyone is curious about it. Look, they even sent a photo.” Jane handed Vivi her cellphone. In it was a photo of her and Leo walking down the path to her house with a bouquet in his hands. Thankfully, Leo was wearing his mask. “So is it true?” Isabelle asked. “N-” “Of course!” Vivi felt herself getting pulled by the waist. “Good morning,” Leo said, as he leaned over to smell her hair. Vivi pushed him away, quickly glancing around. To her relief, the lobby was deserted save for them.

he roughly demanded, as if he was afraid of waking to find this one of his bitter dreams. Elara smiled, the skin at the outer corners of her eyes puckering up just so that he adored her. She moved closer on tiptoes and placed her hand on the thumping in his chest. "As real as the stars in the sky," she breathed into him, her voice shaking with the depth of her emotion. Adrian leaned to kiss her—a slow, gentle kiss of gratitude, awe, and a seething, thwarted love through all the tests life had seen fit to lay on them. Her hands were wrapped around his shirt, holding fast, giving herself to the wonder of the kiss.

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

He reaches down, wrapping his hand around my leaking dick as both of us chase our highs. "Cum for me baby!" he growls with one final hard thrust before emptying himself inside of me as I spray both of our chests with my cum. He slowly drops my legs as he leans down to kiss me hard. "I love you baby" he says in between kisses "I love you more Malachi" I whisper out as I catch my breath. After a few minutes we slowly pull apart letting his cum drop out onto his new desk. He grabs some wipes and cleans me up before taking care of himself.

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

Her breath halted and her thoughts drifted away in the kiss. It felt as though work wasn't that important after all. Her heart raced at his familiar scent and she lifted her face to meet his kiss. He tasted just as good as she remembered. Faye decided that this was far more interesting than work. The combination of the alcohol he consumed and his bad mood caused his kiss to be unusually rough, almost as though he was trying to devour her whole. It was uncharacteristically fierce, threatening to take her breath away completely. "Cedric …" she mumbled in an attempt to get Cedric to release her so that they could shift to another position.

Without any hesitation, he brought his lips to mine. It was the most electrifying kiss of my entire life. The passion in that simple act was more intense than any I had ever experienced. It was genuine. It was real. It was exactly what I needed. His touch brought so much relief to the turmoil I had been fighting ever since I had left his house that morning. I breathed him in, not wanting to break the kiss. His cologne, his musk, everything was the same as I remembered and all of it felt like medicine for my wounds.