One Kiss Is All It Takes Novels & Stories

The three of them connected by phone, no words now, just the sound of breathing and the city waking up around them in the way it woke up every morning, indifferent to everything happening on this particular street. "We go in," Elena said. "We go in," Alexander said. They moved toward the door together. Elena's hand found Alexander's in the dark space between one step and the next. Not strategy. Not performance. Just her hand finding his because it had started to understand where it belonged. He held it for exactly two seconds. Then they reached the door. Alexander looked at her one final time. She nodded. He knocked. Three times. Deliberate. Unhurried.

"Last night, at the club… “ “Was a one-time thing. You’re attractive." He cut me off emotionlessly. My heart clenched. "You kissed me," I whispered out pathetically, casting my eyes to the ground. A feeling of déjà vu hit me. It was happening all over again. I was getting rejected. Again. "Like I said, it was a one-time thing. People kiss all the time, don't think too much about it." He continued.

He searched her eyes, but all he saw was a deep yearning. "What?" He whispered. "I want you to kiss me, Kieran." He started to pull away, but she pulled him closer, wetting his face with her damp hands. She pressed her lips into his, a soft sigh escaping her as his hand slid around her. His other hand cradled her head, holding her in place. One kiss. That was all it took to unravel her. The moment he deepened it, every other thought vanished and a soft moan slipped from her.

"I fell in love with all of you. I fell in love with the great in you, and I fell in love with the 'bad' you see in yourself. But the bad you see is the great that I see because I love every part of you. Every bit. I fell in love with all of you." I look at the big picture of us kissing. "Who took that?" "Will actually snapped that one," Levi says softly, having stepped up beside me. "When we agreed to try and make it and become a family." I carefully take it down and look on the backside. "This is our first real kiss, and for me, it is my last first kiss. I hope it will be your last first kiss too. Let's make our every first the last first... Will you be my first, last, and only wife?"

“—you’re gonna kiss all of them. One by one.” The first man stepped close. She kissed him. Sloppy. Open-mouthed. Tongue-first. While the fifth man slid into her from beneath. She cried out. Moaned into the kiss. Bounced again. Again. While she kissed them all. The second. The fourth. The third again. And each of them groaned against her mouth, one hand on their cock, the other gripping her hair, guiding her, tasting her, using her tongue like it was theirs.

I tilt my head to look at him, and our eyes meet. There’s no rush. No urgency. Just a quiet understanding, an ache that lives in both of us. We don’t kiss immediately. We just look at each other, like we’re still figuring out if this is allowed, if it’s okay to want something gentle in the middle of so much ruin. But then I reach for him. And he meets me halfway. The kiss is soft. Tender. His lips brush mine with care, not hunger, like he’s afraid I’ll break. And maybe I will, but I know that he’ll be there to put me back together

She probably only acts so courageous under the influence of alcohol. Out of the blue, she leaned in, planting a kiss on my lips. This act shocked me, but I didn’t have the time to think about it. I had to seize this opportunity right here. I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her closer, ravaging the insides of her mouth as she let out soft moans through our kisses.

My hand traveled into his already disheveled hair, pulling and tugging as I made more proximity between us. He breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Jump” He orders and I leap, wrapping my legs around his torso. His hands traveled up my thighs, forcefully pushing the leather out of the way. He carries me through the hallway towards his bedroom, not breaking the kiss for a second. His holds up my ass with one arm, scrambling through his pocket for his room key. He successfully opens the door, breaking the kiss for a slight second to catch our breath. Our pants mix in the air as his lips find my neck, sucking and biting.

I say turning to her. “You could say that again” her blue eyes gazing into mine. “We should do this again” should I kiss her? I don’t know. “Thank you, for today” she says softly. I place my hand on bare thigh where the slit of her dress is widely open. Her skin is soft beneath my touch. She doesn’t protest. I lean in and stop halfway. She closes in. Our lips brush, just enough to send electricity pulsing through my veins. Then she deepens the kiss. Her hand finds its way to my Jawline and for a minute everything goes away. The plan, the secret, the lies and the car following me.

So, she remained silent! "Answer me!" "I forgot!" Jessica decisively replied. Marcus chuckled lightly, and within his refined features, a charming smile emerged. His eyes focused on her luscious red lips as he asked, "Did I ever kiss you before?" Jessica's heart skipped a beat, and under his gaze, she unconsciously nodded. Marcus's smile grew wider. Perfect. He leaned in and kissed her lips forcefully. Startled, her eyes widened to the maximum, and she tried to escape, but he firmly controlled her. Marcus took it a step further, pinning her down on the bed, carefully avoiding her legs. He locked her between his chest and the mattress as he kissed and dominated her mercilessly.