Slowly Kiss Novels & Stories

I felt his heartbeat against my spine… slow, heavy, grounding. He tilted my chin up with two fingers. “Come here,” he murmured. He turned my body toward him carefully, like I was something soft he didn’t want to break. Then he leaned in and kissed me - not rough, not hungry… slow. Painfully slow. His lips moved against mine with a gentleness that didn’t match the way he had just taken me. Every kiss was warm, unhurried, like he was memorizing the way I tasted. His hands slid up my sides, dragging warmth over my skin, until they reached my breasts. He cupped them gently - no squeezing at first, just holding, thumbs stroking lazily across my nipples.

I can't imagine kissing anyone but you," he confessed sincerely. She smiled as tears flooded her eyes for a different reason this time. She cupped her face and leaned closer. As their lips met, the world stilled momentarily, their surroundings melted away, and what remained was them lost in the heat of their kiss. It was a slow, tender kiss, deliberately prolonged to savor every moment. Her arms locked around her while his hands came down on her waist, gripping it possessively. They fit each other beautifully, perfectly. A smile homed in on their lips as they pulled away.

she teased, making me smile. My lips found hers then. The kiss was slow, deliberate, like claiming something sacred rather than conquering it. She responded instantly, her hands gripping the front of my shirt, pulling me closer as if she feared I might disappear. I deepened it gradually, tasting the warmth of her breath, the quiet sound she made against my mouth. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t about possession. It was about connection. When I pulled back slightly, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes darker.

His thumb rested lightly on her cheekbone while his other hand found her waist, drawing her closer. Sky's heart hammered in her chest, but she didn't pull back. Their gazes held, their faces barely a breath apart. The kiss didn't happen suddenly; it was slow, gradual, the way two souls carefully tune into each other. Damian's lips brushed against Sky's with a tentative softness, as if asking permission. Sky's eyes fluttered shut, her lips responding just as tenderly. After a brief moment of uncertainty, the kiss deepened-slow yet full of passion, laced with all the unspoken tension and feelings they had bottled up.

he whispered, his voice gravel-rough, "this is what I meant. This. The space between your breaths. The sound of your heart beating against my hand." And then he closed the distance. This kiss was nothing like the frantic, desperate clash on the balcony. This was a slow, deliberate rediscovery. A conversation. His lips were soft, seeking, tasting me with a reverence that made my knees weak. It was a kiss that said I remember, and I cherish, and I have all the time in the world. One hand remained at my neck, angling my head, while the other slid down my back, pressing me firmly against the solid, unyielding wall of his chest. A low groan escaped him, vibrating into my mouth, and I answered it

he says before he kisses me. This kiss is slow and passionate. His tongue dips into my mouth, slowly massaging mine. I tighten my grip on his shoulders and deepen the kiss. His cock is still playing at the entrance of my core, and our kiss becomes more intense as the need between us grows. Osiris slams me up against the wall next to the shower. Grinding his cock on my pussy but never putting it in. The tip of his dick continuously grazes against my clit, pushing me closer to the edge with each thrust.

She nodded. And when her lips touched mine, it wasn’t rushed or wild. It was soft. Gentle. Like we were both trying to find something solid to hold onto. Her lips were soft, trembling just slightly, but the moment they touched mine, the shaking stopped. It was like the whole world paused with us. The wind outside quieted, the cold faded, and all I could feel was her. The warmth of her breath, the small hitch in her chest as she leaned closer. There was nothing forceful or desperate in the kiss. It was slow, uncertain, like we were both afraid that if we moved too quickly, the moment would shatter. Zane cleared his throat.

His lips slowly moved against hers, the soft sound of kissing reverberating in the silent atmosphere. He pulled back, brushing the surface of his lips with hers, feeling their crackiness. He was going slow and soft, unlike other times. And then suppressed her lips again by putting his on hers. Her lips getting moulded. There mouth's getting connected. The moment was slow, blissful, like heaven for him.

Time seemed to stretch between us until he leaned in slowly, and my breath caught in my throat. When his lips met mine, it wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was slow and tender, and he pulled me tightly against him, his arms wrapping around me. It was soft , deliberate,and deep. It was like he was telling me everything he didn’t know how to say with just that kiss. His fingers moved gently into my hair, and I melted into the way he held me like I was something precious. The world vanished around us. Nothing else mattered in that moment. It was just that tender and lingering kiss, like he wanted to leave a part of himself behind with me.

Pulse jumping under his touch. “You should.” She stepped closer. Chest to chest. “Then why did you hold my knee under the table?” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “Because I couldn’t not touch you.” She rose on her toes. He met her halfway. The kiss was slow this time. Not desperate like the car. Not performative. Real. Soft. His hands slid to her waist. Pulled her flush against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He backed her gently against the island.