One More Kiss Dear Novels & Stories

Sincerity has always been our motto. Me: I’m sorry I don’t sound so excited about your kiss, maybe I am a bit angry at you for telling me not to kiss him. Tbvh, I know you are right but I don’t want to hear it. I want to kiss him again. I am not sure he will ever like me but when we kiss, it feels so right. I can’t stay away from him. That feeling is out of this world. I am SUPER GLAD you got another kiss, it’s nice to get a kiss from someone you like. It is nicer if the person likes you back but I’m fine with this for now. He might start liking me later, who knows?

His lips are so tender, so sweet, and so gentle. Darn! I want to kiss him for, at least, the whole day. The moment our lips started moving, I knew I didn't want just a peck or a kiss that would last for a few seconds. I wanted something deep; if possible, I wanted this kiss to last forever. He wraps one hand around my back, the other one moving to the back of my neck to keep me steady. Together, we dive deep into this sin. The sweetest sin His touch is magical, and his kiss is undeniably the same. He seeks permission to enter my mouth, and I willingly grant it. Without thinking and without holding back, I let him in, and our tongues took off on the adventure.

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.

With a sigh, Cassandra hung up the phone and made her to the bathroom to get ready. As she applied the perfect peach shade of lip gloss, Cassandra suddenly heard a knock at her door, and her stomach did somersaults. She opened the door to a tall, handsome man holding out a pink carnation. "Good morning, sweetheart. Don't you look stunning today," Jason said as he leaned down and kissed Cassandra on the cheek. "Good morning to you, handsome. Thank you for all of the goodies you left for me last night. You keep surprising me, Jason Cole." Cassandra said playfully.

I had done a short research on my last challenge and was going to try and win his kiss tonight. His name was Noah Miller. They called him too pure, a romantic who will not kiss without having feelings for the girl. Well, I wasn’t in a mood to do this, but I just wanted to be done with those dates. I loved my fans and I kind of owed them one last story. It was a bittersweet feeling.

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.

It was like she was perfectly shooting herself in the foot. The darn man even thought she was teasing him. She recalled the kiss they shared earlier, never having been kissed that way before. Her phone rang, and she quickly picked it up, knowing it was Delly calling. "So how did it go? Is he breaking off the marriage thing?" Delly asked eagerly. "I don't think so," Samira replied, narrating everything that happened. "He kissed you?" Delly asked in shock. "Is he a good kisser? I mean, is he better than your ex?"

Edeline “Edeline, I just wanted to let you know that I love you,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. He pressed his lips to mine for a final, lingering moment. Our kiss was a timeless dance, filled with rhythm and passion, a wild frenzy of intertwined bodies and fervent embraces. The air was thick with gasps of pleasure and unyielding desire. He stared deeply into my eyes, pushing me to the brink of madness, teetering on the edge...

we all finish, our voices blending with the gentle music. As the newly bonded couple share their first kiss, Dex leans closer and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s tender, unhurried, and filled with quiet promise. The night around us glows brighter, and I can’t help but think that maybe, under this silver moon, love truly heals everything.