Sonic Kissed Novels & Stories

She caressed her jaw, leaning forward slowly when her phone began ringing. She was about to reach for it when Cassandra grumbled, pressing into her, “Ignore it. Kiss me already.” Selena flung her arms around her neck, pressing her lips softly onto hers. They both shuddered, the feeling of need sinking in as the rings went by. Her mouth parted and she carefully straddled the doctor, holding her face, deepening the kiss. She tilted her head, her tongue seeking hers and she moaned softly, pressing harder into her. She missed that feeling of being alive so much. The ringing stopped but not their kisses. Cassandra tug at her lower lips, before raining kisses down her neck, biting her hard, “Take

With a deep breath, I leaned in and initiated a kiss, our lips meeting softly at first, a tentative touch as if testing the waters. The softness of his lips against mine sent a shiver down my spine, a gentle reminder of the intimacy we once shared so freely. I pressed closer, deepening the kiss, feeling a spark of something familiar ignite in my chest. As if sensing my desire to take this further, Rion responded with a quiet intensity, his lips moving against mine with more urgency. His hands moved to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing softly against my cheeks, grounding me in the moment.

"FUCK!" Then, Allison surfaced, hovering over my body as she licked her lips clean, savoring the salty taste of my release. "Mmm," she murmured softly, running her tongue between her lips to catch any remnants. "You taste so good," she whispered, nuzzling against my chest. I smacked Allison's ass, eliciting a playful yelp from her as I grabbed her neck, pulling her close. I crashed my lips against hers, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth. The kiss was intense, passionate, our tongues dancing wildly as they explored each other's mouths.

And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face. “Jer?” “Shut up, Kyle. “ The next thing I feel is his fingers digging in my new short hair and he's kissing me. Not slowly and carefully like he did last time. But hungry and hot. I press towards him and return the kiss. * * * Eva

he pecked her lips once more, "let them know that you're and always be the one." Kimberly loved the colour of his eyes as he confessed his love for her. She was happy that he loved her. He might be married but his heart belonged to her. Just like the way hers belonged to him.1 She placed her lips on his and kissed him. His lips were soft and a time she couldn't help and wonder if they belonged to the masculine man she knew. They were fighting for domination as they always do and that made her smile which made her to loose. He was the one in control and she loved the way he took control.

The fox will grant you what you’ve been searching As long as you bring something someone else has been missing. Ah, but I digress… This one should let you rest. Just sit back, enjoy the bliss You will experience Here at the inn called Chocolate Kiss!

Sonia covered her mouth and chuckled, "Can't you see that she just used Vinton as a gun to piss you off?" Jim was stunned. Then he frowned and said, "What a crazy woman!" "You deserve it! You took her first kiss away by the lake that day!" Her long and thick eyelashes fluttered shrewdly like a butterfly's wings, and her tone was light and ethereal, but it made Jim almost jump up from his chair, as if seeing a legion of aliens fly down from the sky. "He first kiss? Are you kidding me? " "Our Eva is very conservative." Sonia curled her lips as she continued, "She locked up in her room and cried for a long time after you took her first kiss that day."

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“No matter what. I’d always come back.” And then, he pulled her in, and their lips met in a kiss that was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desire, not exactly. It was a kiss of survival, a kiss of gratitude, a kiss that said I’m here, you’re here, we made it. It was a kiss that tasted of smoke and tears and cold water, but it was also a kiss that tasted of love, of hope, of the future that was still waiting for them.

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.