One More Kiss Dear Novels & Stories

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

It looked like he had lost his speech, and I smiled inwardly, knowing fully well Maya’s hard work was evident. “Miss Jessica Hart, you look absolutely stunning and breathtaking. I fear I may not match up to this beauty.” He serenaded me as he moved closer, taking my hands in his. He brought it closer to his lips and placed a tender kiss on it. I could feel the warmth of his lips, making me shudder. “Thank you, Dione. You look great too.” I offered him some compliments as well, making him smile so hard his dimples came into light.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

His mouth hovered over mine, so close I could taste the tension between us. I should’ve pushed him away, I should have bolted out and run back to the girls. I should have done a lot of things in that moment, but I didn't, because deep down, I wanted this too, one last kiss, one last time with the man I love—loved. Maybe then, I could move on. “One kiss,” I offered, my eyelids fluttering when his finger slid lower, teasing that spot at the base of my spine. “One kiss, and nothing more”

" This is your adventure. How I want you to remember me while I'm gone." I looked down at the box again. "But I don't understand." Noona reached out to her nightstand and picked up a pen. She passed it to me and said, "I've been sick for a while now, girlie, but the memories that make me feel better are the ones where your grandpa kissed me. Not just everyday kisses, but the special ones, the ones where my heart almost burst from my chest. The ones that grandpa made sure I would never forget. The kisses in the rain, the kisses at sunset, the kiss we shared at our prom... The ones where he held me close and whispered in my ear that I was the prettiest girl in the room."

His adversary, probably. I nodded, even though my head hurt and my nose and eyes burned with tears. “Yes. But…” He lifted one eyebrow and waited for me to continue. I did not know what to say. “Yes?” he asked at last. “One last kiss,” I whispered. “I will not tell anyone. You know I would never tell.” He looked like he was thinking about it, then lowered his head toward me. “One kiss,” he whispered, his body pressing against mine. “One last measly, stupid kiss. And do not you dare come back asking for more.”

he murmured, leaning in just a little closer, his eyes gentle and filled with quiet anticipation. Dean hesitated momentarily, then carefully reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he removed Chen’s glasses. The world seemed to hold its breath as he completed the small act, his fingers brushing lightly against Chen’s temples. Before he could pull back, Chen’s arms wrapped around him gently but firmly, drawing him closer until their faces were mere inches apart. Then, without another word, Chen pressed his lips to Dean’s in a kiss that was tender and unhurried.

Palamonwana se e fitlhile You used to like it when you call, we would stay up all night You say that I'm yours and I said that you′re mine You send me lil' kisses and your pretty lil′ hearts you blow my mind Nobody else just me and my B-A-E and we K-I-SS-I-N-G ooh Come give it to me one more time (He likes my) kisses, kisses, kisses She love my kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses (He likes my) kisses, kisses, kisses She love my kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses Kisses, kisses I like it when we touch like that I like it when we kiss like that When we do it like that I like it when you look at me just like that When you touch me like that I like it when we kiss like that and When we do it like that I

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

she asked but got no response in return. "Hello."now the sound of her voice came from my room. "Wonderful, sh has finally entered the room. I hope she checks in here too."I breathed. It was time for me to execute the plan. "Anu dear, am I allowed to kiss you one more time?"I asked while caressing his wet hair with my eyes focused on his lips. "It's okay love. You don't have to seek permission for anything because I belong to you and only you."he responded sweetly which forced my shyness to vanish away.