Shut Up And Kiss Me Book Novels & Stories

I exhaled with my eyes closed. “Another moment when you are mine, but at the same time…” he landed a small kiss just under my ear, “...you are not.” I fought the urge to turn around and face him. It would surely lead to a kiss and maybe more. I had to stop seeing this guy, but instead, I went to his mansion and spend the night in a bed with him. The memory of how he set my world on fire with his touch before I fell asleep was haunting me since I woke up.

"What are you doing?" "Sssshhh—" his thumb lands perfectly on my bottom lip, making them shiver. "You better use these pretty lips to moan for me, not to question" My heartbeats increase rapidly. I part my lips to utter something again but get interrupted by his hot mouth crashing over mine. His palms wrap gently around my cheeks to prevent me from moving away from the kiss. He plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, probing for approval as I part my lips wider to let him in with all my needs. He strokes his tongue into my mouth passionately, giving rise to my longing. The kiss is soft and gentle, unlike all the kisses we shared after meeting for years. I don't know what makes him kiss me s

"Shut up and kiss me," "As you wish, sweetheart." He emphasized the last words and kissed me deeply.

He took her hand, and promised never to let go. THE END AUTHOR’S NOTE Dear beautiful readers, Thank you from the bottom of my heart for journeying with me through In Between Kisses I Whisper. Your support, your reactions, and your presence have meant more than I can ever express. alive. As you turn this final chapter, I’d love to ask one small favor… If you enjoyed this book, please follow me into my next world THE DEVIL’S CLAIM: HIS LITTLE MOUSE. Your support doesn’t just help the story grow it keeps me writing, dreaming, and giving you more worlds to escape into.

It's been so long we kissed. I closed my eyes, allowing my muscles to relax under his touch. I could feel the way his minty and vanilla breath was fanning my face but I wanted more. I wanted him to kiss me... And if pulls away, he should get ready to pull away forever... "Kaitlyn.... I... I wanna tell you something." Not now Wesley... "Kaitlyn I..." "Shut up." "What?" "I said shut up..." My eyes were still closed. I could still feel his breath. My hands slowly drifted to the back of his head and I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck.

Because how do I explain something I don’t even understand? His hand shifts, slides slightly higher, unroll it, resting just above my knees. My breath stutters. No one. notices, but I do. Oh, I do. “Spontaneity.” He says before I can speak. The word is calm, controlled, like that moment wants anything more than a witch encounter. I swear I was spelled. Someone hexed me in some third-dimensional realm, forcing me to slam my lips against his clam-like ones. ‘If clams could kiss like him….’ No….no, Charlotte.

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

“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.