Stole A Kiss Novels & Stories

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

The stolen kiss happened in the supply closet on level 32. I’d gone in for more printer paper. Daniel had followed thirty seconds later, closed the door, and pressed me against the shelves before I could speak. His mouth was on mine, hungry, desperate, like he’d been waiting all morning for this exact moment. One hand fisted in my shirt, the other braced beside my head. I gripped his tie and pulled him closer, tasting coffee and the mint he’d eaten after his last meeting.

His kisses burned my skin as his hot lips touched my cold body. The world and everything in it disappeared around us and, for the first time in my life, I knew what it felt like to be loved. Really loved. It scared me, but at the same time, it was as if I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t recognize the girl I had suddenly become, but I didn’t want to stop. Feeling him slip inside me, he whispered something, but I didn’t hear what he said. A slight sting shot through my body and he stopped moving for a moment, but soon continued. I didn’t want him to stop as I felt myself being pushed to places I didn’t even know existed. It was most probably the most profound moment of my entire life when we cli

I had to do this. So I swallowed my pride and my dignity and continue to kiss the one person I didn't expect to kiss. The Player of Preston High.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

"Are you kidding me? The way he kissed her was anything but gentle; it was all-consuming and long overdue. His fingers curled into the fabric of her dress, digging into her skin. Her hands wandered around his pants' pockets until she found what she was told to steal from him, a flash drive. Now she knew why he was late. He was out there to get this flash drive, and not to court some alpha's daughter as she had imagined. When she felt him pull back from the kiss, she begged him, "Don't stop." She wasn't ready for it to end. "No, I shouldn't have done that." He tore himself away from her with great effort, jaw tight, eyes dark and conflicted. And then he was gone. The door clicked shut behind

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.