Plant A Kiss Book Novels & Stories

I hesitated, my mind a chaotic mix of emotions, but then, in one quiet, electrifying moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Ethan’s hand gently cupped my cheek as he leaned in, and I felt a magnetic pull that defied all the fears I had tried to hold onto. Our eyes locked, and everything else faded, the noise of the campus, the distant sounds of life, even the fluttering of my own racing heart. Then, as if the universe itself urged us on, our lips met in a tender, lingering kiss, a kiss that spoke of vulnerability, of hope, and of a promise to try.

She holds my hand, planting a kiss on it. My chest tightens, nearly caving in. “I’ll be back,” she promises. “Let me just sort through the thoughts in my head.” I nod. “Okay. Can I…can I kiss you?” Her smile is wobbly. Because she’s on a step higher than me, we’re almost the same height, so she traces my brows and my scruff. “You never have to ask,” she murmurs. And that’s all I need to plant my lips against hers. The kiss holds a level of desperation that stuns me. It’s slow, but it’s fierce.

As the sunlight danced across Krystal's face, Adrian leaned in, closing the distance between them, and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. The kiss carried the essence of their love, a delicate blend of affection, passion, and sweet devotion. It started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's lips, the warmth spreading from their mouths to envelop their entire beings. As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls.

I opened my lips. Closed it. He turned to my lips and stared. Then back to my eyes. Then he murmured, "fuck this." Blowing my mind away. He planted a kiss on me. This time it was not by mistake. It was neither stolen nor unclear or confusing. It had a lot. Claiming. Like something one of us would not want to stop even if we tried. My hands held his shirt. Fire and exasperation came from his lips, along with untold words. Sweet with tobacco flavor.

He answered me. I was just looking at him and he knelt on the pavement and seemed to kiss the ground. It said something that I didn't hear because it was so weak that it seemed like only Estrebelle could hear it. I frowned looking at him. I don't know why he does this. Is it part of the culture? But I just heard about it and Estrebelle did it just now. It didn't take long and he stood up and looked at the coachman outside. "Leave now," Estrebelle ordered the coachman.

My heart longed for more, a connection that went beyond words. As if sensing the yearning in my eyes, Levi closed the distance between us, his lips hovering just inches away from mine. The air crackled with anticipation, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin. Slowly, almost torturously, he closed the gap, capturing my lips in a gentle kiss.

she whispered biting her lower lip, darkening his orbs. Slowly he leans in and presses his lips on her soft pink, plump petals for a deep passionate kiss......

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

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.

I just took. I expected her to fight me. I expected her to hit my wounded arm. I expected her to yell but she did not. She stood there stiff for only one second. Then she melted into the kiss. She let me in, sbe closed her eyes. I felt her hand come up and rest on my chest. It was a small hand. I heard a small sound come from her throat, It was a good sound. I kissed her harder. I pushed all my anger and all my loneliness into the kiss. She was tasting good, she was tasting like water and fire at the same time. I wanted to never stop, i wanted to pick her up and take her away and keep her.