Nico And Will Kiss Novels & Stories

They kissed like they wanted the whole world to see how in love they were. Applause and whistles broke out. “Now that’s love!” “So romantic!” I watched the performance, my face a blank mask. No pain. No jealousy. Not even anger. Just a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. “That’s funny,” I said softly. My voice wasn't loud, but in the sudden quiet, it carried. They broke apart. Nico looked at me, a smirk on his face, waiting for me to shatter. I let a small, cold smile touch my lips. “You know, Bianca? He kisses you the same way he used to kiss me. At the Hamptons lake house.”

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

“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.

Yes?” Nicolas replied little hesitantly, “I am sorry for kissing you so suddenly. It was just an evil idea to make you prove wrong. Please don’t mind.” Then after a little pause while scratching the back of his head, he continued, “Most importantly, once you kissed me and now I kissed you . so we don’t owe each other anything. Right? You are not really thinking anything else? Right?” Daisy knew what Nicolas wanted to say. She replied in a very calming tone, “It’s alright, Nick. I am not angry.” Then she flashed a beautiful smile at him.

She shuddered. I nodded. "Promise." She smiled at me as Willow's phone rang. "This is Willow," our friend said. She was quiet for a few minutes. Then, "WHAT?!" Willow whipped away from the fridge, turned to us. "Nico's been arrested in Italy."

"I'm sorry-" "Niro, please, I'm sick of hearing you say sorry over and over again. Can you stop?" I sighed in frustration knowing he would apologize once more. We were tense and nobody was moving in each other's spots. Later, Jarvis and the man earlier went into the kitchen. They ignored us and carried on their quiet conversation while still holding hands. Additionally, they are exchanging beautiful smiles. They are in love, I see. They were about to get kissed when Niro cleared his throat. I turned to face Niro as they paused what they were doing. He frowned and looked at them intently. Jarvis spoke as the awkwardness in the kitchen re-emerged.

she collapsed into my arms, and I licked the wound until it closed leaving a half moon mark, my mark on her skin. “My turn,” Nico said and took her from me. He started kissing her and she let him. I watched as she kissed him back, opening her mouth for him. His hand on her small breast made me all hot again. Maybe it was because of the mark or that she had gone into subspace that she didn’t realize what he was doing to her, but she wasn’t fighting it. He dove between her legs, licking and sucking at her pussy, opening her up for his cock. Her eyes were closed and she reached for his head, entangling her slender fingers into his hair. I bent down to kiss her, tasting Nico on her tongue.

Nate I calmly release his hands from my waist, and turn to face him, and before he can say anything, I take his lips desperately. Will's reaction could not be different from mine, as I feel his tongue ask for passage, his hands wrap themselves around my neck once more, while I caress his hair. Almost a month without kissing. Almost a month without kissing that mouth.

I asked. “What if I want to kiss you?” “Ew.” I brushed him away and sulked in my seat. “Drive,” I ordered. “And you can go back to your thoughts,” He said, as he pulled the gear to drive. “Thank you,” I whispered and closed my eyes. “You two are a hit,” Nico said as we stepped into the building. “What did we do this time?” He brandished his phone in our face and said, “True Love or Another Fling?” The tabloid carried images of Paxton and I standing together in front of a restaurant, smiling at the Paxton's party and kissing in Paxton's car.

she looked at his hazel eyes. Chris caressed her cheeks, "I was in need of caress and when I saw the love of my life walk to the restroom, I couldn't help myself." Kimberly pushed his palms away from her cheeks, "and we ended up doing more than caress." "Don't tell me that you regret it," he looked anywhere but not her, "because I don't." He was telling the truth and she knew it, "I don't and I'll never do that." He pecked her lips.