Rosé Kiss Novels & Stories

he said, his voice low and intimate. As I breathed in the sweet fragrance of the roses, Raziel set the champagne, gifts, and other treats on the bed. He then leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle, tender kiss. I wrapped my hand around his neck, drawing him closer, careful not to crush the delicate flowers. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the sweetness of the moment.

Rose pleaded. Tony smirked and pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. “Am I forgiven?” Rose whispered between kisses. Tony nodded, his hands roaming over her body as he slipped her dress off. Their lips locked in a passionate embrace, Tony and Rose were lost in the heat of the moment. Their tongues danced and explored each other’s mouths, the room filling with the sounds of their intense kissing. As their bodies moved together, Rose could feel Tony’s desire for her growing, his passion increasing as their lips stayed locked. Her body responded in kind, heat building within her as their mouths moved against each other, tasting and savoring the moment.

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I whisper, "Ding, Ding, Round 3!" Pulling him down close enough to nip at his bottom lip, Dragon curses under his breath in Spanish, then crashes into me. The kiss was a bayou storm—untamed, all-consuming, devouring the space between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. I was the drought-parched earth; he was the lightning strike. Our tongues clashed like two weather fronts, and when he bit my lip, I tasted copper and the promise of rain. Flipping me onto my back, his laughter muffled against my mouth. His hands roam but linger at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I nod, breathless.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

It made him immensely happy and gave him reassurance and confidence. He kissed her tenderly as he said, “Okay. I will personally tell you everything and won’t hide things just because it has passed.” on her lips. They lay spooned on the couch, kissing and talking for an hour until Rosaline got a text from Tessa. “I will go now. Come for dinner.” “One kiss.” “Greedy. You have been kissing for an hour already.” “One more.” “Make it quick then. Tessa gets mad very quickly these days.”

Axel spun her around in his arms. "I wanted to surprise you with this." He leaned down and kissed her, hard. His embrace was almost bruising but rosa loved it and wanted more. She whimpered against his mouth as he bit down on her lips. His hands wandering her body, squeezing and fondling every piece of flesh he could get his hands on. The water continued to lap around their feet as Axel's kiss deepened. His tongue probed hers, like life imitating art, showing rosa what he would soon be doing with another part of his body.

Rosaline nodded fearfully. "Words", he growled. "Ye-yes", she whimpered. "Smile", he again spoke in a deadly tone. She smiled a little. He then wiped off her tears and placed a soft kiss on her bruised lips. "Now that's my girl", he said happily and again started kissing her. Her heart was bleeding in pain but he just cared for his happiness. "Kiss me back Babe", Xavier spoke in between the kiss. Rosaline responded slowly making him lose his mind. He started devouring her mouth like a hungry wolf. Soon the sound of claps and whistles started echoing in the hall.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

He just let me do it at my own pace. I broke the kiss so we could breathe, placing my hands on his chest as I straightened, moving my hips faster. Kross’s eyes were now fully open, but his skin still burned hot. “Rosette,” he moaned softly. “I'm close.” I was, too. I could feel my climax building, that sweet high getting closer. I closed my eyes, my head thrown back, my mouth opened in a silent cry as I came. Kross groaned deeply, his nails digging into my ass as he came too, his dick throbbing beneath me as he spilled inside his pants.

Noah found a way to create a discussion. “White and pink,” I scratched my head, ashamed for not knowing any flower names. “Okay,” he smirked. “Roses only, or you want something else?” “Roses is great!” I bent my head shyly. “There is the place.” I pointed to a small café on the other side of the street. I hoped its cozy, private tables would provide me with the needed space to steal a kiss. When we entered, the scent of freshly baked cookies and coffee invaded my nostrils.