Pucca Kisses Novels & Stories

Ella said firmly. "And guess what?" Ella said to them, there was no way she'd keep quiet now, she'd make sure to hurt them back. "We just kissed, yes and you see this mark here..." She pointed at the hickey on her collarbone. "That's the Death lords!" She spat out with a victorious smile on her face. "Are you showing off right now?" Lauren asked. "Stop lieing, the Death lord wouldn't kiss you, maybe one of those guards at the gate gave you that, don't you think girls?" Lauren asked.

But as they slowed, I crawled over to her. Peeling her head from between her knees, I kissed her. I did it gently, and comprehensively, though with no tongue. She responded eagerly, but then jerked away, wiping first her own lips, then daubed at my face with the heel of her palm. "Ach!" Carla exclaimed, not quite in disgust. "I can't believe I'm kissing you with so much of my own juices all over your mouth!"

I looked up at her in question. She nodded. I pulled them down, along with the last scrap of lace beneath. Then I crawled back up her body, kissing every inch along the way. She reached for my belt. Unfastened it and unzipped. Her hand slid into my pants, and I hissed through my teeth when she wrapped her fingers around me. “God,” she breathed. “You’re already so hard.” I kicked my jeans off in record time, then climbed over her. I slipped a hand between her thugs and groaned at how wet she was. I slid my fingers through her folds, teasing her clit, then eased two fingers inside. She gasped, her legs falling open wider for me.

I stilled, heart snagging on the quiet pain in his voice. “Luca… we’ve talked about this,” I said, kneeling beside him. He gave a resigned nod, eyes downcast. “Yeah… because it’s not safe.” I smiled, but it didn’t reach my soul. “That’s my goodbye,” I murmured, brushing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Breakfast will be brought up. I’ve got… business.” He looked up sharply, suspicion blooming in his eyes. “We just got here, and he’s already using you as a pawn?”

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

Thump. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, my eyes flying to the door. Luca saw my panic and leaned down, capturing my mouth with his, swallowing my sounds. He kissed me deeply, messily, as he pounded into me, the angle shifting so he hit a spot that made white light explode behind my eyelids. I broke the kiss, gasping for air. “There! Right there, don’t stop!” “You like that?” he grunted, his own control fraying. His movements became less controlled, more primal. He was chasing his release, and he was taking me with him. “You like how I fuck you, Emma? Tell me you like it.”

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.

Pakhi said and leaned to kiss him. "Why would I do so?" He arched his eyebrows and he started rubbing her back. "If you want me, you have to do this," Pakhi winked and smashed her lips with his and they dived into the ocean of passionate kiss. "It will be done, " He smirked and pinched her nipples above her clothes and she moaned seductively. "See you tonight at the bar, our passionate night is waiting for us," Pakhi left the room leaving him erected.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

, Pashika asked, and They smiled and nodded their heads. Pashika smiled and left them searching for her sexy husband. She walked into the less crowded area and suddenly, She constantly felt his heated gaze when she was meeting the people, especially when Dhruv hugged her and kissed her hair. Pashika heard some crashing sounds too. She knew that only for her happiness. He was controlling his angry beast. Suddenly, Someone grabbed her hand pulled her into the corner, and kissed her lips. His smells are proof of who owns the lips. That kiss was the need of his and hers too. That Kiss melted their lips like butter.