Never Been Kissed Book Novels & Stories

EVELARA The kiss was sudden, astounding, mind-growling! It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t rehearsed. It was raw, and furious, as though heat and fury had tangled in one thread. His lips moved against mine like he had been holding back for far too long. It was hungry and dark. Something I had never experienced before. I should’ve pushed him away, should’ve reminded him where we were and it was wrong! but all I did was melt into him, my stupid fingers curling against his chest.

His mouth descended before I could finish, a silencing of my protest, a claiming of my will. The kiss was different this time—not slow, not tentative. It was deep and hungry, laced with an intensity that threatened to drown me. His lips were a force of nature, a quiet storm that raged against mine, demanding a response I was terrified to give. His hand slid up my spine, pulling me closer still, until I was certain I could feel the hard, relentless beat of his heart against mine. It was a strong, steady rhythm, a stark contrast to the chaos inside me. The kiss was a contradiction—a brutal act of dominance and a desperate, undeniable intimacy. It was the taste of coffee and power and possessio

It was a photo. A photo of Damian and Jade was taken at a restaurant I recognised. A good one, the kind you book two weeks in advance. They were sitting close together, and Jade had her hand resting near his on the table. Damian was leaning slightly forward, like whatever she was saying had his full attention, and the caption underneath said something about a business dinner, but the picture was not telling a business story. I sat with it, and waited for the thing that usually came, the tightening in the chest, the sting behind the eyes, the particular pain of seeing the person you loved looking comfortable in a life that had already replaced you.

his voice husky from the smoking I presume. I can feel myself slowly slipping to his prey, giving in to what this hidden devil has to offer. But will I regret it? My first kiss to a stranger, to someone I'll never see again? Before I can overthink the situation I lift myself up, pecking my lips against his. I kissed him, the hidden stranger. I might be dazed and quite frankly in a drunken haze but I kissed him and I could have easily pulled away.

brushing and stroking. She felt giddy. His hands were pulling her body, pulling her closer to him, and she felt like she was melting against him. She hadn't kissed a guy before. Not as deep as this. Not as steamy as this. The kiss was wonderful. She felt like the feelings were so foreign yet so mutual. It was strange. Was it stupid of her? She didn't even know him but she already felt like he was a part of her that she hadn't discovered in a long while. Who is he? Breathless, she pulled back heaving. His lips never stopped though. It descended down her neck, his tongue licking and tasting the sweetness of her skin. Absentmindedly, her eyes closed dreamily as she gingerly snaked her hands th

I felt like me when I was with him. Andrew was the first boy I ever kissed. It was the day after my thirteenth birthday, and boys were starting to become interesting instead of gross. We were walking home from the bus stop together, when he told me I was pretty. No one but my dad had ever said that to me, so I turned and kissed him on the lips, trying to replicate the kisses I'd seen in movies. It had felt so awkward, and yet somehow so right to kiss him. Kissing looked so easy, so natural in all the movies, but in real life it was a disaster. He had just stood there, not doing anything but turning bright red. We walked the rest of the way home in silence.

Melting against his sweet stolen kiss. The replenishment supplies scattered on the street was long forgotten by my hands as they moved on instinct, fisting his fitted black shirt. I’ve never done this much kissing in a long time. This gorgeous stranger is my first kiss after I broke up with Edward. His kiss is magical, it seems miles and miles away from the feel of my ex-fiance’s kisses. I can feel this stranger’s need for me, his want to devour me. “Go out with me, Princess…”

She breathed out and asked me the next question instantly feeling all shy and cute. "Tell me something you've never told anyone else." "I have never been kissed like properly..." I trailed off rubbing my neck in embarrassment. "What!" She shouted all shocked and astonished. "Don't ever tell anyone." I warned her as she zipped her mouth and still recovering from the shock. "But how?" She asked confused since I have sex with random girls. "Kissing is way more intimate and I want it to be special. So I have never kissed anyone on the lips." "I can't believe it."

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® He claimed her lips... Her eyes widened, she had never been kissed. But here she is been kissed by a man whose touch makes funny things to her inside. He pulled her closer and slowly he was ontop, kissing the life out of her. The kiss was fire, it was hot. She tried to breath but air wouldn't come. Slowly, she gave up and closed her eyes. Letting the kids go far, he stopped and stared at her. Never as he wanted someone like he wants her..

“No, never. I wanted to show you that I’m not a child. I’m a woman.” I felt my cheek rise with a lopsided grin. “And what would your father say if he knew we kissed?” Her eyes sparkled. “My father doesn’t need to know.” When I didn’t respond, she continued, “Or my mother or Cat. I’ve never been kissed before. I wanted it to be with you.” “You still haven’t been kissed.” Dario would fuck me over if he knew what I was contemplating. “Yes, we just—”