Marichat Kiss Novels & Stories

Charity smiled and took her hand as they walked. “Is he a good kisser?” Charity asked, earning a scolding from Charley. “Char, don’t ask things like that! It’s too personal,” he told her. “I don’t mind, Charley,” Marilou answered. “Yes, child, he is the best kisser in the whole kingdom,” she told the child.

I told her as I pulled her into a passionate kiss. As I pulled Emmeline into a passionate kiss, our lips met with a fiery intensity. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment. Our lips moved in perfect sync, the kiss deepening as we breathed each other in. Emmeline's hands wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer. But our moment of intimacy was short-lived, as Marci burst into the room without knocking, a bored expression on his face. "Sorry to interrupt your...reverent activities," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "but the carriage is here."

Charlotte broke into laughter, then she kissed his lips and said, “Is it really that way? Toughen up? I’m sure you can put it up with it.” “But I don’t want to,” Darren complained. He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back. Her lips were supple and sweet to taste. Just being able to kiss her like this, drove him crazy. Moments later, they arrived at Charlotte’s villa. Her swollen lips made her lips more charming than wearing lipstick. She covered her lips, looking at his eyes. And it made his heart almost melt. “Anywhere. I’m heading home,” she exclaimed. “Right,” Darren answered.

But perhaps it was also because of the alcohol in his system that he was starting to feel a bit strange, especially with how close they were to each other. “Your nose is so sharp... Your lips are so soft,” Lirah giggled. “You’re my first kiss, you know?” “I guess so. Since you’re NBSB.” “Maybe you’ve kissed many girls?” “I don’t kiss anyone I don’t like.” “Then why did you kiss me? You don’t even like me.” Matias chuckled lightly. “We had to. It’s part of our marriage.” Pouting, Lirah withdrew her hands slightly. “Fine!”

My nipple hardened against her palm. The kiss was soft. Gentle. Nothing like the way Vittorio took what he wanted. Maribel didn’t take. She gave. And when her hand slid between my legs, I gasped. “Shhh,” she whispered. “I got you.” A soft moan escaped my throat. Maribel paused. “Should I stop?” I shook my head. “Okay,” she whispered. “I got you.” She kissed me. Soft. Tender. My lips parted, and I let her in. Our tongues touched, and I felt heat bloom between my legs.

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

Elizabeth thought it was something serious, "Silly child, how can you call this lust? Did you ever have such thoughts about Marcus before?" Charlotte thought for a moment, shaking her head, "No." "Right? Mediocre ones like Marcus, only some vulgar fans can't resist. Look at you, you're different. After all these years, you've barely had any disputes, right?" Charlotte frowned and said, "Be serious, I've never kissed him." If kissing on the cheek counts as a kiss, then... let it be!

“I—what? No! I wasn’t hiding—” Mariah held up her hand, smirking like a cat who just cornered a mouse. “Girl, please. Your hair’s all messy, your lips are suspiciously pink, and you’ve got that classic I-just-got-kissed dazed look going on.” She tilted her head dramatically. “So, spill.” I groaned, dropping into the nearest chair. “Oh my God, Mariah.” She closed the door behind her and sauntered closer, practically vibrating with excitement. “Don’t ‘oh my God’ me. Was it good? Was it bad? Are you emotionally ruined forever or already planning the sequel?”

It was a kiss filled with the unspoken language of love, a promise that transcended words. As our lips melded together, time seemed to suspend, and the world outside the room faded away. The soft brush of his lips against mine set my heart ablaze, a symphony of emotions playing out in each heartbeat. I could feel the intensity of our mate bond amplifying the sensation, turning a simple kiss into an electric connection that resonated through every fiber of my being.

She invited him in without hesitation, her cheeks tinged pink but her eyes bright with anticipation. They sat together on the edge of her bed, the soft hum of music playing in the background, their conversation quiet and close. Then, without a word, Maru leaned in and kissed her. This time, he didn’t hold back. It was wild—hungry. His lips moved against hers with purpose, claiming her in a way he never had before. Lila froze for a moment, surprised by the intensity of it all, but then slowly melted into him. Her lips parted and responded timidly, uncertain yet willing.