Lumity Kissing Novels & Stories

He inhaled sharply as I began to grind up against him. I turned around to face him again. His hand was still in my hair, and I fell into him. He smelled so good, like clean soap and a light, woodsy cologne. My eyes flutter shut as I lifted onto my tiptoes and kissed him. It started light, but quickly became more as kissed me back. We continued to dance on the floor, kissing and swaying to the beat of the music, for a few long minutes. It was heaven. He broke from the kiss. “Have you ever been in a limo?” he whispered into my ear, his hands tightening on my waist. I loved how I felt with him touching me.

Having no shirt to grip onto my fingers into, I trailed up his chest to land on his shoulders, my head now leaning back from the forcefulness of his kiss. “Luci,” I breathed, he hummed, still planting kisses on my lips. One hand snaked around my waist, causing a tickle between the thin fabric and my skin, making me gasp. He took that moment to seep his tongue into my mouth. The warmth and sucking from his lips had me pooling into an enormous pile of slime with sparkles. Always need the sparkles when playing with slime.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

My eyes drift, and I see Liam standing at the far end, his hands in his pockets, his face emotionless as he strides toward us. I catch a glimpse of Greg sitting on a bar stool at the mini bar. He’s holding a glass, probably filled with whiskey, and his eyes are fixed on us. Liam stops just inches from me. Suddenly, he pulls me into his arms, cups my face, and locks his lips with mine in a kiss. This is no ordinary kiss. It’s a deep, passionate French kiss. Liam bites my lip, making me moan. He pries my mouth open and sucks on my tongue, exploring every inch of it.

When the climax finally hits me again, all I can see are stars. Lucien tilted my head so that his face towards mine. "Fuck!" He cursed and shot his semen inside the condom. I moaned loudly throughout my orgasm, writhing and squirming and thrashing under him. Lucien took that chance to pour his saliva into my opened mouth, and I had no choice but to swallow some of it. It was filthy and kinky, but strangely, I didn't mind. He then gave me wet kisses on the lips that I could feel our mixed saliva drip from the corner of my mouth. The kiss lasted for one good one minute before he pulled away and tugged me into his chest. Both of us sighed in union and he tightened his grip around me.

“If you hurt him—if you so much as touch him—I swear to God, I’ll kill you myself.” “No need for theatrics,” he said, his tone carrying that infuriating amusement. “I thought you might want some reassurance.” Before I could respond, the sound of a video call notification filled the air. My stomach dropped as I saw the screen light up with his name. I tapped to accept it, barely able to keep my hands steady. The screen flickered once, twice, and then there he was. Luca. Sitting in a dark room, his small face pale and terrified. His eyes looked glassy, wet with tears, and the sight of him sent a dagger straight through my chest.

The intensity of his stare made me tremble with anticipation. Liam didn't rush. He leaned in, his lips finding my neck first, kissing a slow, heated path down toward my collarbone. My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping softly, urging him to continue. He took his time, his mouth warm and deliberate as it explored my skin. Every kiss sent sparks of heat through me, pooling low in my belly, making me ache for more.

In Louise's eyes, I study every emotion, scrutinizing the moment when resistance will completely break. NOAH My heart pounds wildly as I finally kiss her. My kiss is soft, possessive, imbued with all the desire I've held back until now. Louise hesitates for a moment, but I feel her body react. Her lips part slightly, and I take advantage of this invitation to explore her more deeply. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, making me realize that this woman, this response to our call, is gradually surrendering to us.

The male lead couldn't be too harsh and refused penetration because his partner was pregnant, but Liam who read the scene found the kissing part very exciting. “…X kissed Sonya, but it wasn't just an ordinary kiss… hmm, Madam, a kiss like this, do you want to give it a try?” Liam's golden eyes gleamed with seductive light. His lopsided smile showed his long fangs–and oh, Harriet could see the centre part of Liam's pants bulging. *** Harriet had no idea it would end this way. Or did she?