Secret Kisses Novels & Stories

Cupping his burning hot face in my hands, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. "I do," I whispered. That kiss tore through his short-circuiting system like a massive electrical current. The last remnants of his shame and logic completely disintegrated, replaced by nothing but pure ecstasy. Silas violently tossed the empty velvet box aside and scooped me entirely off the ground. Reversing our positions, he claimed my lips in a possessive and breathless kiss. [Jade kissed me! She put the ring on! She knows every single one of my secrets and she still chose to kiss me!]

The evidence of his desire, of this shared, secret madness, makes me dizzy. He breaks the kiss, breathing ragged. "Fuck, you're so sweet," he growls against my lips before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jaw to my neck. He finds that frantic pulse and sucks, hard. A sharp sting promises a mark, a brand. The thought of wearing his secret tomorrow under my shirt makes me clench with need. His hand abandons my ass and snakes between us, his fingers making quick, expert work of the button and zipper of my jeans. The sound is obscenely loud in the small space.

Teeth marks, hand prints on my neck, ass, and breast. “You belong to us, Louisa Andramos. Say it.” and there was that authoritative tone again from Silas that had me nodding to his words. “I belong to you.” I rasped through the kiss. Their heavy breathing mixed with mine filled my ears as their hard bodies sandwiched me in the middle. "You taste so sweet, baby," Kyler spoke between the kisses. I could feel myself burn up. Silas still had his pants hanging loose around his waist; he didn’t need much help freeing his dick, which was still pressing against me.

"He doesn't treat my right. But that's what draws me to him. It's the way that he acts like he doesn't care, like losing me wouldn't mean anything to him. Like I have to constantly work for his attention. You see, so many guys have tried to chase me, but the only one I want is the one who I have to work to catch." ---- Ashton Grey She wraps her legs around my waist.She whispers in his ear. "Stay." This is my cue to kiss her. Wrap my fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet heart beat beating. She won't be always his vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of my hand. This is my cue to pull her closer. Place a gen

“You’ve done that before, and I’m hoping this whiskey will keep an old anger in check.” Leaning back, she crossed her legs. “You want to know a secret?” I blinked at her aloofly, not interested in whatever it is she wants to make known. “You do not seem interested, but I’ll make it known, so you wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. That slap didn’t make me angry or push me away, if anything, it turned me on.” This bitch is crazy. “I love being submissive to a sadist, so I’m used to the pain.” She opened the file and signed on it, sealing the deal with S.H. “You want to know another secret?” She pushed the file towards me.

Jason greets her with a kiss, his hand grazing her cheek as their eyes meet, hers soft and trusting, unknowing of his hidden purpose. In that moment, as her arms slip around him, they fall into an embrace laden with more than a simple desire—it's an embrace where secrets, unspoken needs, and the quiet ache of their shared history press close, nearly surfacing. He moves with calculated ease, pressing his lips to her neck, guiding her through the familiar dance of intimacy that lingers heavy in the air, hoping it will open the door to her guarded heart and the secrets she holds within.

When it was my turn, I admitted something embarrassing. “Never have I ever kissed more than one person in the same night,” I said quietly. The bus erupted. Sienna didn’t even hesitate. She cupped my face gently and kissed me right there. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting like cherry vodka. The kiss was slow and sweet, but it still left me breathless when she pulled back, smiling. “My turn,” Knox said, voice low and rough. He leaned over the seat, slid a big hand to the back of my neck, and kissed me deeper.

She boldly bent to kiss my neck, and her lips slid along my shoulder, pushing black silk out of the way. She undid the buttons slowly, her lips following along as she did so. She bared my chest, smooth and hard, with a few tattoos I no longer paid any attention to. One was a skull that Id had done when I was a teenager and full of anger. Another, a slash down my right side, was a black panther stretched out along the slim expanse. Yet another, on my left pec, was a revolver, another stupid choice of a teenager. Id have them covered when I could be bothered.

"Adam, don't marry her. I found the rings. I told you once I'd save up and replace them with the most expensive pair I could find. I wasn't lying!" She fumbled in another pocket and lifted a velvet box. "See? I wasn't lying!" She looked at me with the eyes of somebody who needed an answer. I did not even look at the box. I took the original rings out of her hand and tossed them. They rolled into a planter at the side of the lobby. She let out a sound. "No!" I almost laughed. "Ms. Lake, are you still trying to fool me? Are you not done with the playing-poor act yet?"

A hint of shyness glimmered in her eyes, but the man shook his head as he trailed his finger down her inner thighs, sending a hot shiver down throughout her body as a strange sweet feeling washed over her, desperation took over, Emiliano knew he was stalling by not giving her what she was yearning for, but he wanted to take his time, to explore the deepest darkest secrets her body craved for, to worship her and pleasure her "Stop me if you feel uncomfortable" he murmured to her ear as his hot breath tickled her lightly, Sia couldn't hold back a moan as he pressed his lips on hers, the sweet taste of his lips reminded her of vanilla as they intensified the kiss lost in each others' passion