Michaeng Kiss Novels & Stories

Dedicated to @yu-tanit. "By the power invested in me," the minister began as he looked at the couple standing before him and all the people whom had come to witness and celebrate this day with them, "I announce you man and wife," he smiled at them, "you may now kiss the bride." Everyone got on their feet to cheer them. "Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her..." everybody cheered bringing Chris back to reality. This was it. He was finished as long as he lived. During the whole wedding, all he did was to zone in and out and most of the time he zoned out.

Mia calls his name again with her reddened cheeks. Chris takes a few steps up, grabs her hips, and plants a chaste kiss on her cheeks first. Then his tongue eagerly seeks after hers, leading the sensual dance. He tilts her head to deepen the kiss. Mia puts her arm around Chris’s neck and grabs his hair desperately, afraid that she is too lost in the kiss to lose her footing. The kiss is so intense and passionate with Chris intending to make her lips swollen and claimed. When they finally break from the kiss, both of them are breathing hard.

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

I begged, my words incoherent as I quickly began to climb to the edge. Micah's strokes increased in speed and I could feel my body already getting up to cloud 9. Micah broke the kiss and flipped me over and began to pound me from the back again. I came hard and fast after five strokes.

For one strange heartbeat… The ruthless Mafia King felt something unfamiliar. Curiosity. ⸻ He placed one gloved hand beneath her chin. His thumb brushed against her skin. Warm. Soft. She closed her eyes. A silent tear escaped beneath her lashes. Alessio noticed it. Why was she crying? Before he could ask… Their lips met. A brief kiss. Barely lasting two seconds. Soft. Silent. Harmless. Or so everyone believed. ⸻ The moment they separated…

Playlist ~ Pink Sweat ft Khelani - At my worst Micaela's POV "That day you kissed me at my hotel room, did you kissed me because you are in love with me or it was just an empty kiss without no feelings attached to it?" Fernando's question came as an earthquake to my heart. I'm sure you know what happens when there's an earthquake, well my whole body is in turbulence right now.

Sloane hit her hand hard on her wheel in frustration. My nerve is not heightened, so I feel that's a good sign. The hate messages that were sent to my private chat were so many. I can't even see what it is that's causing the uproar because of how many messages I keep receiving. “Let's check here.” Sloane presses a message that leads us to a post. Headline - “Annika Brooker forces Ares Brooker to sign a divorce, disowns Charles Hart as Father for Monetary Freedom.” A picture of me smiling, while I hold the other end of the divorce papers as I receive them from Ares, under the tagged headline.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

I groaned, wrapping my arms tightly around her neck and pulling her lips down to mine. The kiss was desperate, a release of all the pent-up tension from the entire day. Mia tasted like the sweet tea she’d had at lunch, her tongue sliding into my mouth with a possessive rhythm that made my knees buckle. I let out a low moan, my fingers tangling in her dark hair, pulling her closer, wanting to dissolve into her. She groaned back, her hands gripping my ass, lifting me up slightly so I had to wrap my legs around her waist.

His hand finds mine, and without thinking, i move down, and kissed him. His lips his hot claiming and possessive, as his tongue moves stealing every last bit of air from my lungs. Maksim bites my bottom lip as I choke out a moan that he swallows into the kiss. Then he pulls back and Mikhaïl stands on the bed moving in front of me as his cock is now face level with my lips, still bouncing on Maksim’s cock I open my mouth taking Mikhaïl’s cock inside of my mouth as I begin to such him off.