Secret Kisses Novels & Stories

It's common to do so. Even I feel out of place from these fake people kissing each other asses to gain favours. That's why I wear black it make me feel at home. I leaned down towards Mia and murmured. “Fake it love, they all are, all of them are hiding their own dark little secrets. It's all a game, I know that you know how to play it, and so do I. So just chill and relax, none of them is better than you here.” She looked at me with her beautiful almond eyes, in which I could stare for so long.

He wrapped his hands on her waist and tightened their bodies, he lowered his head to make it easier for her and slowly, he took over the kiss. His heart was beating fast as he found himself enjoying the kiss, he totally forgot about the young man watching them nor the fact that this was just an act. He wanted to devour her, her lips were so soft and she tastes like raspberry, his hand on her waist tightened and he could feel her hands tightening on his neck as well, he caressed her upper lip with his tongue and could swear he heard her moan, his whole body tightening at the soft sound. He wanted more, to drag her inside and tear off her clothes of her so that his hands can roam on her body.

It was the look of a man being carved apart from the inside. Then, she moved. An infinitesimal shift, a tilt of her head. A command given without words. And he obeyed. He bent his head. He closed his eyes. And he kissed her. It wasn’t a passionate kiss. It was a seal. A surrender. A cold, perfect meeting of lips that spoke of ownership, not desire. It lasted only a few seconds, but in that fragment of time, the world I’d been desperately clinging to—the secret glances, the stolen touches, the whispered “I love yous” in the dark—shattered into irredeemable dust.

The second the lock clicked he was out of his chair, crowding me against the wood, his mouth on mine, hand sliding straight under my dress. “Fuck, Marcey,” he groaned against my lips, fingers slipping through the mess between my legs. “Still dripping. Good girl.” I whimpered into his kiss, my legs spreading on instinct. He lifted me onto the edge of his desk, the same spot he’d ruined me on Friday night, and dropped to his knees. The first swipe of his tongue had me crying out, loud enough that anyone in the hallway could hear. He didn’t care, he just licked me slow and filthy, tasting himself inside me, humming approval when I flooded his mouth again.

"Kayden!!! Come on, you're bigger than this." His hands wrapped around my waist, his face leaning closer, his other hand still up. "Am I?" A shuddered breath left my lips as I clutched his shirt tight. He smooched my ass, pulling me into him - Into his hard-on. He was horny for me. Without thinking twice, I accommodated his kiss, sucking and nibbling hard on it. A soft moan elicited my lips when he smacked my ass. "Laylay -"

The tension was palpable; each movement a dance of subtle power and playful deceit. When the final question came, the MC instructed them to kiss for thirty seconds, a display for the assembled guests. Elena’s heart raced, her breath hitching slightly as Adrian leaned in. Their lips met in a carefully calculated, yet intimate and beautiful kiss. Twenty-eight seconds passed. The MC’s voice interrupted with playful authority: “Two more seconds, please. Complete the thirty.”

"If I like the secrets?" His grin widened. "Then we'll keep our secrets. But they'll be ours." He leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a kiss so soft it made my chest ache. It was a promise, a beginning. The kiss deepened slowly, a tender exploration that soon caught fire. The embers of our earlier frenzy were still glowing, ready to blaze. He lay me back on the chaise, coming over me, his body a welcome weight. This time, there was no door at my back, no imminent cue. There was only time, stretching out before us like an empty stage.

Alex’s hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me impossibly closer. I guided him back toward the bed, our lips never breaking apart. When the backs of his knees hit the edge, he sank down, bringing me with him. My hands explored his body, tracing every line and curve while his fingers tangled in my hair. "Liam," he gasped as I trailed kisses down his neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His reactions spurred me on, a mix of soft moans and breathless whispers filling the room. The world outside disappeared. There was no club, no rival CEOs, no wolves or secrets—just the two of us, lost in each other.

she says as she turns her head slightly. Her sensual voice hinted with need has my penis twitching. The way my name rolls off of her tongue, has me biting my lip to keep from moaning. I work up the courage to kiss her softly, not quite sure how I am supposed to do it. The friction of her movement on my cock has my toes curling and I feel my dick stiffening, signaling how close I am. I begin to kiss with fervor, licking and nipping at her soft, sweet skin when I reach her marking spot. I’ve always heard this spot was the most sensitive. And when I mean I heard about it, I mean Ernest wouldn’t shut up about it when he heard it from his player of an older brother. He insisted that we bot

He kissed Emily under the shade of a large oak tree, and in that moment, he knew that he had found the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Veronica's heart sank as she saw Blake kissing Emily in the garden of the palace. She had come to look for him to discuss the upcoming council meeting, and had not expected to see this. Veronica was in shock and couldn't believe her eyes. She recognized Emily immediately; she was a notorious stripper who had been rumored to have had multiple abortions. Blake and Emily were both surprised when they noticed Veronica's presence. Veronica quickly composed herself and greeted Emily politely, although it was obvious that she was not happy to see h