Smother You With Kisses Novels & Stories

Why did that turn me on so much? His plump lips curved into that sexy signature smirk. He held a beautiful display of vibrant red and delicate white roses, artfully arranged in a vase. I reached for the flowers, but he shook his head, a soft smile on his lips. He pressed a lingering kiss against my cheek, the warmth of his lips igniting a tremor that traveled through me. “You look fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, before stepping past me into the kitchen, where he placed the flowers on the table.

He reaches out, framing her face with his warm palms, and pulls her into a deep, commanding kiss. His lips claim hers with a desperate hunger, overpowering her doubts and consuming her senses. He shifts his weight, pressing her back against the sofa cushions as he hovers over her. The heat radiating off his body sends electric shivers straight down her spine. He kisses her like a man drowning, his fingers tangling tightly in her hair as his weight settles over her. Maribel wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing this physical confirmation that she isn't alone in this cold, corporate world.

Strong, earnest, almost out of breath, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce urgency. At first, just like what often happened, Isla struggled to keep up with her husband's way of kissing her. His passion was overwhelming, his intensity breathtaking. She felt herself getting lost in the moment, drowning in the sheer force of his desire. His kisses were a whirlwind, leaving her breathless and dizzy.

She could feel the heat radiating off him, the intensity of his gaze igniting a fire deep within her. He leaned down, his lips brushing hers with a softness that belied the storm raging within him. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened, his mouth claiming hers with a desperate hunger. Sasha’s arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer, her body arching against his as she lost herself in the feel of him, in the taste of his lips and the warmth of his touch.

He then leaned down and kissed me once again. I frequently find myself getting swept away in his smothering yet passionate displays of affection because his kisses taste so amazing and just so perfect for us. I pushed him back and tried to remove his shirt, which he willingly obliged, and I couldn't help but return the flirtatious gaze he sent me by running my eyes over his naked chest down to his abs. And the more I am aroused just by staring at this man in front of me, the more I feel that I am really doomed now.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

I raised my bust absorbed in passion as he kissed me deeper stronger and harder. "You are my breathe, like the flow of blood in my cells, Sweet Cakes. I can't live without you." He confesses and brings me on top of him. I kiss him like a butterfly attracted to honey and his hands reach my buttocks squeezing them. A soft moan escapes my throat by his stirring touch as he plants open mouthed kisses all over my face. Our breathes become heavy and pulsing absorbed in ardor.

Choking and coughing on smoke. "So what's your point?" I questioned, pouting, when she had stopped coughing. "Whenever you meet with him. Give him a hard brain freezing kiss on the mouth. I'm talking about French kiss, with your ample boobs pressed to his hard chest. Trust me it drives men crazy. Then you hook your arms tightly around his neck. Summon up the courage to look him in the eye, and tell him how you feel about him." "You sure that's gonna work?" I questioned, my heart swelling with hope.

Every touch, every caress, became a symphony of sensations that kindled the flames of passion within them. Their kisses grew bolder, infused with a fervent longing that only intensified with each stolen moment. Chai's lips traced a trail along Mei's jawline, leaving a trail of delicate kisses that ignited a fire deep within her. Mei, emboldened by the intensity of their connection, reciprocated with ardent devotion, exploring the contours of Chai's lips with an exquisite delicacy.

Adrian whispered, his voice vibrating against her lips just a second before his mouth closed over hers. The kiss wasn't like the hurried, desperate embraces they had shared during the dark days of the Sterling threat. This kiss was deep, slow, and saturated with a profound, mutual victory. Adrian’s lips were firm, commanding yet unbelievably tender as he tasted her, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she opened for him with a soft moan. He drank her in, his hands moving up to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away the residual tension from her jawline.