Mia Khalifa Kiss Novels & Stories

Kiara ducked her hand in Musa's hair and moved them with the moment of heat increasing in both their bodies. The Kiss lasted for more than enough time.Musa satisfied his longness with the kiss and poured his heart and love out for his wife and Kiara also understood the emotions which were newly creating inside her. Musa freed her lips.Kiara looked at Musa with dizzy eyes. "Sorry", Musa said. " For what?",Kiara said while trying to catch her breathe. "For this ", With this Musa attacked his Lips on Kiara's jaw line.He pecked her whole face with his wet and long lasted kisses.His lips were nibbing the mole on her while firstly with teeth and then with his teeth.

“He knew it was for a good cause. Said to tell you goodbye.” “Tell him the same from me.” He was a sweetheart beneath all those tattoos and testosterone. With the hint of a smile playing at the right side of his mouth, Hunter bent his head and kissed her, that hand strong and steady against her neck. Khalia opened to the stroke of his tongue and tasted a hint of coffee and the unique flavor that was all Hunter, didn’t care if they were making a spectacle or if the entire airport was watching them. Finally letting her up for air, Hunter pressed a tender kiss to the tip of her nose. “Gonna miss you like hell, sweetheart.”

“Kiss me” Leila whispered the second time and that was all it took for Gavin to lean forward and take her mouth in his. The kiss was different, she could smell the mint and oud in his clothes, she moved closer so her fingers could brush his hair and he cupped her cheeks in his hand. This kiss was based on an approval from both of them in their normal state of mind, it was not influenced by anything or any kind of alcohol. It was strictly what they both wanted and Leila took her time exploring his mouth with her tongue, her lips and everything in her.

She ordered him. “Do you think I am Kiara? What did you just do?” He narrowed his eyes, staring at her. “You didn’t say where to kiss!” Mishka brushed her hair. “Start the lift now. We are getting late!” “No way!” Christian exclaimed. “And lately I have realized you’ve initiated any kiss except when you were drunk. It’s always me, and it’s so disheartening that your partner isn’t interested in you.” He gave a disappointed look. “Come on, Chris! You know it’s not true,” Mishka said, but he shook his head sadly.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

“In the gardens. With me.” I nod before I even think about it. “Yes.” That one word feels like a key turning in an invisible lock. Then, without warning, Khael closes the space between us. His hand finds the curve of my jaw, his touch warm and grounding, and before I can fully exhale, his mouth is on mine. The kiss is not hesitant. Not soft. It’s claiming. His lips move over mine with purpose, parting them, tasting me, like he’s waited long enough and can’t stand another second of not knowing.

Malikha whispered back, her voice trembling but fierce. Aidan’s smile only widened, entirely unfazed by her vitriol. “And I love you,” he countered smoothly. He leaned in closer, his lips targeting her cheek for a kiss, but Malikha violently jerked her head to the side to avoid him. The kiss landed harmlessly against the side of her head. Undeterred, Aidan wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest, forcing her to endure his embrace as the movie played on.

“Did you two talk?” “Yes.” “Did you argue?” “No.” Her eyebrows shoot up. “…Did you cry?” I pause. “A little.” Mia softens slightly. “Okay. That’s fair.” Then her eyes sharpen again. “…Did you kiss?” I nearly spit out my water. “Mia!” “That’s a yes!” she shouts, clapping once. “You kissed him!” I set the glass down harder than necessary. “It was just a goodbye kiss.” “A goodbye kiss,” she repeats slowly, clearly unconvinced.

Dahlia’s P.O.V The kiss takes me by surprise—stunning me into stillness. It isn’t just the abruptness of it, or the way his lips move with such confidence against mine, but the sheer force of it, the undeniable heat that pulls me in, making my pulse pound like a war drum. Killian doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t falter. His fingers press into the small of my back as he pulls me down on top of him, deepening the kiss in a way that has my breath hitching in my throat.

Annika’s POV "Oh, Yes!" I hear the familiar voice echo through the walls of the living room. My feet come to a halt, and suddenly, I find it difficult to breathe. It feels like someone has wrapped his hand around my throat and is squeezing so hard. "Fuck!" A passionate whisper this time around. She is pressed on the couch, one leg thrown over my husband's shoulders. One hand is on her boobs on display, and the other is pressing into her thighs.