Midnight Kisses Novels & Stories

Every moan was suppressed by his kiss, which didn't want to let go of my lips. Leaving trails of kiss marks on my neck, I moaned from the wet kisses that followed the line of my throat. Out of all the times we shared moments in bed, this was the sweetest. No rush, no roughness, no kinky stuff. Just him hovering on top of me, giving me slow strokes and eliciting the noises we couldn't let out these past few days. Midnight came, and he had me on top of him, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, singing me a lullaby.

Kate was of good height but here she was looking so small. And what was this he wore!? A black nightgown with the front open, exposing his well-chiseled chest and fair smooth skin that looked inviting. She quickly closed her eyes. ''Ahh!" She suddenly winced. "What is it? Did you hurt your eyes while looking?" He didn't want to miss this chance to tease her. He had seen how she was looking at him. A mischievous smile on his face made Kate feel embarrassed. Had she been so obvious?

Marisol buried herself deep, groaned long and low, and came—hot pulses filling Aisha, spilling out around the base as she kept thrusting through it. They stayed locked together for long seconds, breathing ragged, hearts hammering. Marisol pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along Aisha’s shoulder blades. Finally she eased out—slowly, carefully—and turned Aisha in her arms. They kissed again, slower this time. Sweeter. Marisol rested her forehead against Aisha’s. “I get off at midnight.” Aisha smiled, still dazed. “I could wait.” “Or…” Marisol brushed a thumb over Aisha’s swollen bottom lip. “You could come back to my place. I have better lighting. And a bed.”

He gave them attention and they stood erect and ready. “They are beautiful.” Midnight uttered, his hot breath fanning closely at her chest as he kneed and suck them as if a child seeking for something. He ventured what she hid. The kisses and marks on her skin engraved as an ownership that she had not agreed yet, but we’re being tempted for a yes. Rio’s toes curled up. The sensation too intense that her back arched. She throw her head. Her groans erupted. The four corners of the room had became the den of their moans and thirst for each other.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

He kissed her forehead, the tip of his nose brushing against hers. "I missed you today," Dmitry whispered, leaning in to kiss her lips. His lips were warm and soft against hers, and Abeni felt her heart skip a beat as their lips met in a passionate embrace. She could feel the love between them, the promise of a future together, as they stood there under the stars. They held each other close, their bodies pressed together, as if they could become one. The garden seemed to fade away, the sounds of the city muted, the only thing that mattered was the connection they shared.

Michelle stuttered. Mark leaned in closer to Michelle, his heart pounding with anticipation. As he pressed his lips against hers, he felt a rush of electricity coursing through his body. Their kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. It was a French kiss, and it was unlike anything Mark had ever experienced before. In that moment, with Michelle's arms around his waist, he knew he had found the one he wanted to be with forever.

She stood there for a moment longer, the quiet settling around her again, her pulse still not quite steady. “Great,” she muttered under her breath as she turned the key in the door. “First kiss in forever, and it’s with something that could kill me without breaking a sweat.” When she made it inside, Luke was there, leaning in the doorway with a cup of tea in hand, looking like he had been dragged out of sleep and hadn’t quite forgiven the world for it. “Were you just outside kissing Mr Midnight of the Blackhand Mafia?” She held his gaze for a second, then walked past him toward the stairs.

Midnight blurred into heat, into whispered praise, into fingers trembling against skin, into kisses that lingered like promises, into a kind of intimacy I would never forget. I didn’t wake up gently. I woke up because someone knocked, light, rhythmic taps followed by the unmistakable shuffle of multiple feet outside our villa door. For a moment I panicked, disoriented and still half drunk on the way Crest had ruined me at midnight. I shifted, wincing slightly, and felt the cool weight of the diamond necklace resting against my collarbone. Right, diamonds, my man, my birthday. Crest, sprawled beside me, lifted his head from the pillow with the slow confusion of someone who absolutely did not

Her head tilts back slightly, a silent invitation, and I lean in, my mouth claiming hers with a ferocity that leaves no room for doubt. The kiss is a storm of longing and relief, a storm of pent-up emotion finally unleashed. My lips crush against hers, a desperate melding. I taste her, wild and sweet, and the world outside Mia’s room ceases to exist. My tongue plunges into her mouth, tracing the soft curves, exploring every warm recess, battling hers for dominance in a playful, fiery dance. This isn’t just a kiss; it’s a reunion.