Smother You With Kisses Novels & Stories

He sneered tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. He leaned in, his lips were mere inches away from mine as the air thickens between us. I try to brace myself, as his lips press against mine with so much force that i felt like i was suffocating. The kiss was with so much a force that steals the breath from my lungs, leaving no room for gentleness or hesitation. This was no kiss. It was a claim, a reminder of the power he holds, of the control he’s always had.

she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m always ready to forget everything else and drown in your sweetness!” He winked at her, making her blush. He showered her with small kisses, starting from her neck to her jawline, and face, and finally settling on her lips. Alyssa moaned with pleasure when he plunged his tongue into her mouth to drown in her sweetness, just as he had wanted to. The kiss was sensual, gentle, soulful, lingering, and more soothing than wild. It stirred her deeply, and she ran her fingers over his chest to pull the clothes off him.

he confessed, a hint of vulnerability shining through his confident demeanor. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was momentarily taken aback, but the intensity of the moment swept me away. I responded to his embrace, reciprocating the desire that had been brewing within me for far too long. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was a kiss unlike any other—a culmination of longing, yearning, and unspoken desires.

"I am. What are you doing to me?" "This." As the moon cast a gentle glow over us, our eyes locked, creating a magnetic pull that drew us closer. The night air filled with anticipation, and then, in a heartbeat, our lips met in a delicate dance of passion and vulnerability. Time felt like it stood still, and the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of the kiss that spoke volumes.

“You’re lucky I love you.” He grinned, leaning down to press another kiss to her waiting lips. “I know,” he whispered. “But keep telling me. Often. With smooches.” She obliged—happily. She kisses him on his lips slowly but romantically while her hands are moving on his neck and his hands are travelling all over her body, their kisses become deep and with alot of love and unknowingly removing each other clothes.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

he said happily. "You have work, and you might be late. Go on, I’ll be waiting for you to come home later." He smiled sweetly, and I gasped when he squeezed one of my breasts. He lifted his face and kissed me this time. It was more aggressive now, our lips locked in a hot, passionate exchange. He pushed me back slightly onto the sofa and hovered over me. He took both of my hands again, intertwining our fingers and raising them above my head as we continued to kiss. Our bodies pressed together, and I was starting to feel the heat. I moaned when he kissed my neck, then licked and sucked on it. "Wait, wait, Jozzer..." I said, stopping him. He gave my lips one last kiss and sat up. He helped me

Assuming Moza had finally surrendered, Dastan’s tongue surged forward, claiming her mouth with practiced skill. He entangled her senses, dominating her breath as if he intended to consume every ounce of oxygen from her lungs. Moza’s breath came in ragged, shallow gasps, like a fish gasping for air on dry land. The suffocating sensation stemmed not only from Dastan’s bruising kiss but also from the thick, oppressive darkness enveloping them. The small room had become a black hole, swallowing her strength and her will.

I exclaimed and answered him with my loud voice. "Well, you know I just smoked and I don't think you'll like it if-" He was about to continue what he was saying but I stopped him by brushing my lips against his. No matter how you smell or what you've done, I still want to kiss you. I will kiss you whenever I feel like you need it. If my hugs and kisses can make you feel better, I'll always give them to you with all of my heart, Cosmos. Cosmos' Point of View.

The kiss is so soft i feel like i might just melt all over the picnic mat. He pulled out and kisses all over my tears. "Now you're mine and i'm yours."