Miss In Kiss Novels & Stories

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

When he finally reached my lips, he paused for a brief second. “Are you sure?” he asked gently. I nodded, and he immediately brought his lips back on mine, laying me softly against the bed. I kissed him back, pouring every ounce of grief into it. My anger. My rage. My pain. Letting him wash it away the best he could with every kiss. Misha was dead. I moaned softly as he broke the kiss, biting down my neck and trailing lower across my body. Misha was dead.

The moment my lips met hers, the entire world outside the car ceased to exist. The kiss was hot, urgent, and fiercely possessive. Marissa let out a soft, breathless gasp against my mouth, her arms instantly wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me closer, deeper, as if she couldn't get enough of me. My tongue tangled with hers, claiming her mouth with a starved, desperate hunger that had been building up for weeks.

"What are you doing?" "Sssshhh—" his thumb lands perfectly on my bottom lip, making them shiver. "You better use these pretty lips to moan for me, not to question" My heartbeats increase rapidly. I part my lips to utter something again but get interrupted by his hot mouth crashing over mine. His palms wrap gently around my cheeks to prevent me from moving away from the kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, probing for approval as I part my lips wider to let him in with all my needs. He strokes his tongue into my mouth passionately, giving rise to my longing. The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike all the kisses we shared after meeting for years. I don't know what makes him kiss me s

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.

Slowly, their lips met. The kiss started soft, a tentative exploration, a nervous dance of tongues and shy touches. The taste of him—clean and sweet with a hint of cinnamon—was intoxicating. But then, as if a dam had broken, Evan deepened the kiss. His hand found the small of Millie’s back, pulling her closer. Their kiss transformed into a torrent of emotion, the initial shyness melting into a rush of heat. The world around them faded away as their bodies pressed together, seeking warmth and connection.

Damon “Kiss me,” she whispers. I smile as my lips meet hers. We stand there just like that kissing, and embracing the feeling of everything that we've never felt before. “I'm home. You're my home.” “Oh, Misha!” I run my hands through her hair as I kiss her once more. Misha says softly, “Take me to bed, Damon.”

And so, their journey continued, fueled by the power of forgiveness, the strength of their bond, and the unwavering belief in the transformative power of love. Their lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate embrace that spoke volumes of their shared desire and the depths of their love. It was a moment of pure surrender, a fusion of souls intertwined in a symphony of tenderness and longing. Their kiss lingered, each second a testament to the unbreakable bond they had forged.

" I instantly exclaimed after what he just said. "Girlfriend? But Nate about earlier..." he didn't let me finish my words and kissed me. I hate it when he does that because I couldn't control myself. There he goes again kissing me softly and I lost again. Damn! I never thought I would be this crazy! We were kissing when I suddenly remembered what Kim has said, I broke the kiss and he looked confused. "This is a mistake!" I said and he was puzzled. "Hah? What do you mean?" he asked and I stared at him in the eyes.