Shut Up And Kiss Me Book Novels & Stories

⸻ THE ENVELOPE Her room felt colder, darker, heavier. She pulled the envelope out and stared at her name written in Adrian’s clean, deliberate handwriting. Her fingers shook as she opened it. Inside were five pages. Neatly typed. And terrifying. Rules. Demands. Boundaries. Expectations. They weren’t written like a contract you sign for work—they were written like a set of instructions for someone stepping into a secret world. A world where he made the rules. Rule 1: You tell no one about what we share.

I couldn't listen to another carefully constructed sentence. So I did the only thing I could think of to shut him up. I kissed him. It wasn't gentle or romantic. It was a collision. It was messy, angry, and desperate. I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to me, my mouth crashing against his. He froze for a second, his body rigid with surprise. Then, a low sound escaped his throat, and his hands came up to my waist, gripping me hard, as if he had been waiting for this, as if he was starving for it.

“You're lying.” “he came in his own hand while i kissed him.” he straight up moaned . “fucking god. icon . I'm gonna start callin you the cum whisperer. who the fuck gets off from a kiss—” “shut the fuck up.” “no you shut up, that’s so hot. he jacked it to your face?”

I shut up. He sounded like he’d been crying for hours even though it’d only been minutes. “You don’t get to talk about how much you love me right now. You don’t get to say it like it fixes anything. You kissed her. You kissed her and you looked at me while you did it. You wanted me to see.” “I… ” “I said shut up.” I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood.

Warning: Mature scenes. This chapter has scenes that are for those 18 or older. Before he can set me down, I pull his face to mine and kiss him fiercely. The return kiss I receive is just a little bit fiercer. He fights for dominance in the kiss. I break away so I can be set on my feet and the slight realization, of what is going to happen, makes me suddenly shy.

Her nipples are rock hard as they can be felt through her shirt. I wish we were people who could walk around butt, ass naked right now. She lay her hand on my chest to push me away, but I grabbed it and held it there. She watches me with hooded eyes and her eyes are dilated. One taste. Just one taste. I don't know who lean in first, but our lips met in a hot, sizzling kiss. Fuck, her lips are soft. Fuck. >>>>>>>>>>> Hi guys! How are you doing today? So for private reasons, I'll be changing the book title to "Ashanti". I feel like that is much better and will be the best decision for my book!

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The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ ____________________

Everything is limited and under the control of others, including our phone calls. However, after seeing him, it only made my high school girl crush problems worse. Not only did that kiss make my core clench with need, I spent half the visit staring at the huge bulge that even that horrid orange jumpsuit couldn't hide and I can't stop daydreaming of wrapping my legs around his waist and taking in every damn inch. Even though I didn't really want my first kiss with him to be in a prison visitation room, looking back now, I wouldn't change a damn thing.

I just took. I expected her to fight me. I expected her to hit my wounded arm. I expected her to yell but she did not. She stood there stiff for only one second. Then she melted into the kiss. She let me in, sbe closed her eyes. I felt her hand come up and rest on my chest. It was a small hand. I heard a small sound come from her throat, It was a good sound. I kissed her harder. I pushed all my anger and all my loneliness into the kiss. She was tasting good, she was tasting like water and fire at the same time. I wanted to never stop, i wanted to pick her up and take her away and keep her.