Manhwa Kiss Novels & Stories

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."

He froze. Suddenly he got pulled. Cheng's lips crushed against his, a fierce, hungry kiss. Lian has hesitant but his hormones took over him. Their tongues clashed, slick with saliva, as they devoured each other. Lips bruised, hearts racing, they lost themselves in the moment. Cheng's hands grasped his face, holding him in place as their mouths moved in perfect sync. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of desire. Their kiss was a collision of passion and need, a primal expression of love and lust. Every touch sparked a fire that threatened to consume them whole. They were lost in the kiss, and they didn't want to be found. Chengpulled back gently.

His breath filled her mouth, and she felt like she was about to collapse, but she struggled to no avail. After an unknown amount of time, Kisa felt like she was about to die. Her lips felt like it was burning. She whimpered in protest, and the man finally let go of her. She leaned against the wall, gasping for air. Her breath gradually calmed down after some time. "Are you crazy? Didn't you say I'm disgusting? Why do you keep kissing me again and again if you think I'm so disgusting?" Kisa stared at the man in front of her in contempt and asked.

He kissed the tip of my nose and reached into his pocket. "I want to make sure it doesn't hurt," he whispered to me, and then kissed me again. I nodded at him to say okay. I could not see what he was doing, but I heard the pop of a tube and then it closing shut. Then Todd turned back to me and kissed me gently. His fingers moved under my dress again and gently headed to my core, teasing as gently as he had been doing, and my inconsistent breaths came back as though they had never left.

Emma Jean felt his plush lips against her own. She was torn between reacting to him and melting. Her body made the choice for her when her lips parted to allow him to deepen their kiss. Her knees started to buckle. Kenji obliged her. It was only supposed to shut her up but her lips felt soft and warm. The inside of her mouth was inviting. He didn’t stop with just teasing her with his tongue. She chased after his tongue with her own. His eyes were trained on her face. He could see her eyes closing. Their kiss felt like fireworks. Sparks and bells were ringing in his ears when she was pulled away from him by Kieran.

Their mouths melded in a tender embrace, a tableau of shared emotion and relief, a testament to the power of a kiss that needed no words to convey its depth. Time seemed to suspend itself in the breathless interlude of their kiss, their lips lingering in a communion that bore witness to the intertwining of souls. Antonio’s kiss held a fervency that spoke of pent-up emotions, a reservoir of feelings that had been contained and now surged forth in that simple yet profound gesture. A gentle collision of lips was followed by a bolder, more daring plunge, a fleeting moment of heightened connection that mirrored the urgency of their shared journey.

"It's okay, baby. We will get through this together. You just have to be strong for me and the children in your womb” I nodded, feeling a little bit better than ever before. Raising my tear-swollen face from Felix's neck, some strange spirit descended on me and I locked my lips to Felix's, kissing him passionately. Felix's lips were cold, devoid of passion and desire for me. He kissed me back, and it ignited a fire of lust in me. From running my hands seductively over his chest, I lowered my hands down to his trousers, dipping down there to grab his conk that I have always yearned for.

Her hand touched my chest, resting there. I deepened the kiss before I could stop myself. She responded in kind, her fingers curling into my shirt. The mug I was holding hit the floor, and I didn’t even hear it land. My hand slid to her waist and I felt her tremble. I pulled her closer. Her body pressed to mine, and for a second, the world narrowed to just that moment. Just the heat of her and the sound of her breath, and the way she kissed me like she’d been holding it back for weeks. Actually, we both had.

“Curious, Your Highness? Am I not allowed to surprise you?” His lips curled—not quite a smile. More like a warning. “Surprises,” he said, “usually come with a price.”

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.