Sonamy Kiss Novels & Stories

“I hope not.” “Thank God.” With a moan of pleasure, he smashed his mouth back to mine and thrust his tongue between my teeth. The kiss became primal. Savage. I climbed him, and he helped hoist me up by gripping my ass again and then backing me into a tree. When my spine met bark, I wound my legs around his narrow waist before he ground against me and twined his tongue with mine. Nothing existed but his mouth, his body, his smell which drugged me into forgetting everything else. It was surreal and yet the most vividly real thing I’d ever experienced.

His hands grab my ass pressing me against his hard on. Hunter is hard. For me. I kiss him back with as much ferocity as he does. He sucks on my lips hard, before giving it a little bite and licking the sting away. “I told you you’re not a good girl. You’re soaked for me whilst your Aunt is just downstairs. Good girls don’t do that.” “I’m not.” I whisper yell and clench my thighs. Should I feel this much intense desire from just a kiss? “Really? Cuz I feel like spreading those long legs and plunging into that tight pussy. Look into my eyes and tell me that’s not what you also want.”

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

I tried to assure him. He pulled himself out of the hug, cupped my cheeks, and asked looking into my eyes “Serena if this is the last moment we have, what do you want to do?” “But this is not the last moment…” “I want to kiss you.” He cut me off. “Can I do it?” he licked his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. The way he said ‘Kiss' was enough to make any girl submit to him. I could not say I was an exception as his words aroused my feelings.

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

“I want to now. But I know it is complicated.” Siya felt bold. She leaned down. Their lips met in a soft kiss. It started gentle. Then it grew deeper. Tommy’s hand moved to her neck. He pulled her closer. Siya kissed him back. Heat rushed through her. His lips felt perfect. Warm and sure. The kiss lasted long. Tommy sat up without breaking it. He wrapped his arms around her. Siya pressed against his bare chest. Her hands touched his shoulders. The massage lotion made his skin slick. Their bodies fit together.

" Kisses (kisses, kisses, kisses) Ah, Fifi Cooper sanie Motswako′s first lady Kisses I like it when we touch like that I like it when we kiss like that When we do it like that I like it when you look at me just like that When you touch me like that I like it when we kiss like that and When we do it like that I like it when you look at me just like that You used to like it when you call, we would stay up all night You said that I'm yours and I said that you′re mine You send me lil' kisses and your pretty lil' hearts you blow my mind, mmm Nobody else just me and my B-A-E and we K-I-SS-I-N-G ooh Come give it to me one more time Ah, yeah, o tlwe, now I remember back in high school Nna le wena fe

, she whispered. Adam felt nervous. He was good of everything but when in comes to her. His body became weak and vulnerable. “Your highness”, he mumbled. “No, I am Kris”, she replied. Adam looked into her eyes. “Your eyes made me lost my mind”, he whispered. Then, he gently closed his eyes and give Kris a gentle and passionate kiss. Kris kissed back. The gentle kiss became wilder and wilder. Until, they felt lost at the present time.