Secret Kisses Novels & Stories

I thought, my pulse pounding like the surf. The villa’s bedroom was a sultry haven, the ocean breeze slipping through open shutters, heavy with salt and jasmine. Justin entered, his linen shirt unbuttoned, exposing the hard planes of his chest, his dark curls dripping from a night swim, his hazel eyes blazing with raw desire, his woodsy cologne—cedar and bergamot—mingling with the sea’s tang. Since his drunken spiral in that New York dive bar, our trust had been a jagged wound, his guilt over Elise, Sophie’s 2027 Paris affair, and Claire Voss’s scandal clashing with my desperate love. “You’re everything, Kayla,” he growled, his voice low, vibrating through me as his hands gripped my waist, p

Sierra suddenly gasped and put her hands on my cheeks, wiping away my tears, just as I was about to finish my sentence. "I never wanted you to leave." She abruptly said with such a strain to breathe in her voice as she took me by surprise as she drew me closer to her face and kissed me slowly. I kissed her back without hesitation, tightening my embrace around her waist. Our kiss is passionate and deep, full of lust and hunger for each other. My tongue soon made its way into her mouth, as our tongues clashed, struggling hard to taste each other. I firmly embraced her waist, only the fabric of our garments acting as a barrier to our bare skin touching. In an instant, Sierra let out a moan when

he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. His kisses deepen, slow and deliberate, each one sending sparks through my veins. He trails his lips along the column of my throat, sucking gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazing my skin. I arch into him, my body betraying every ounce of restraint I’ve tried to hold onto. The pressure of his mouth intensifies, and I know he’s marking me, leaving a hickey that will linger long after this moment. A secret branded on my skin, a reminder of this forbidden dance we keep falling into.

she whispers, her voice both teasing and serious. He chuckles softly, aware that the alcohol is speaking for her, but he plays along. “Do you want to kiss them?” he teases, inching back slightly to see her reaction. Sienna doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.” She reaches for him, and before he can react, her lips are on his. She kisses him with an urgency he’s never felt from her before, her hands tangling in his hair as her body presses against his. Her lips are soft and warm, her kiss deepening as her tongue grazes his, and he feels himself losing control, swept up in her boldness.

Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us." James: "I understand. But we have to be careful. If anyone finds out, it could ruin everything." Lily: "I know. I just had to tell you how I feel." James: "I'm glad you did, Lily. I've been wanting to tell you for a long time." (They share another kiss before agreeing to keep their feelings hidden.) "Conversation continues " Lily: (nervously) Sarah has been asking me a lot of questions about you and me lately.

It is crazy, crazily good. No one would ever make the mistake of thinking I'm a shy soul, but I was also never particularly aggressive. But as Dixon's heated reaction stated to sabotage his restraint with the way his long fingers were digging into my hips and the way his little growls and moans grew raspy as our lips parted for a second to change angles, I let myself go and kissed him for all he was worth. Then as quickly as he yanked me to him, he pulled away gently with his hands still on my hips.

I wanted to push him away but instead, I felt his hands holding my hands tightly not letting go. And after some seconds, I began to respond to his kisses. I have got to admit it, I have missed his lips so much. His lips are like heaven, there are so good. I could remember the last time kissed me. The kisses of thre Three years ago was the kiss i would never forget. An embarrassing kiss with him. His lips were still as yummy and soft as before. Even though, he kissed me out of surprise three years ago, he still has a kiss of a god. So soft.

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

In the final photograph, his mouth covered hers. Silence descended over the office. I stared at the image until every detail carved itself into my mind. Hale’s hand cradled her cheek. His body pressed against hers. Arie’s fingers were curled into the front of his jacket. She wasn’t pushing him away. She was kissing him back. The whiskey glass beside my hand cracked before I realised how tightly I was holding it. Amber liquid spread across the desk and dripped onto the floor. A thin cut opened across my palm, but I barely felt it.

“We don’t need a paper trail, I will follow everything in that contract; no need to print it out and sign it that could only mean disaster if it leaks out.” She finally understood his intention, and it made her love him more. She pushed Clarke against the wall and pulled his head towards her. She kissed him passionately and slowly guided her tongue inside his mouth. He accepted it as if he was longing for her kiss for a long time and then Keira suddenly stopped and whispered to him as she was wiping his luscious lips with her own fingers. “I just wanted to seal our contract with a kiss, you know… like how you make a deal with the devil.”