Stolen Kiss Novels & Stories

he says. And then he kisses me. I groan against his mouth as his fingers migrate down my thigh, stroking me through my pants. I’m powerless to stop this. Damn you, Ethan! I think. Our kisses are feverish and urgent. Each taste is a heady mixture of want and need, driving us both into a frenzied state. His teeth nick my lip, and I snarl, my claws coming out and tearing the shirt from his back.

As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls. Between stolen kisses, they exchanged whispered words, a blend of playfulness and adoration. Adrian paused for a moment, gazing deep into Krystal's eyes, and said with a hint of mischief, "You know, if breakfast tastes half as sweet as your kisses, we're in for a delightful treat." Krystal chuckled, her laughter like music to Adrian's ears. "Well, let's hope it's equally delicious, or else I might just have to resort to stealing more kisses from you."

Kazumis POV My FIRST KISS. My first kiss was stolen by the person I hate the most. AHHHH.. what can be worst than this. It is the worst nightmare a person can even dream about but just look at my misfortune, it was all happening in real life. I don’t know why he kissed me all of a sudden, neither do I wanted to know now. I tried to break free from his hold but no luck. At last, I came up with a idea, and without giving it a second thought, I bit Shaun’s lips and he pulled out from the kiss. The first thought that came in my mind was to punch him hard but when I saw Kiara’s reaction who just witnessed all the shameful acts of Shaun, I controlled my inner self and just ran away but before that

“I want it, I crave for it, Stefano.” Sweet. Beguiling. Mine I did what both of us have been craving for in a while A stolen kiss. One that was already due. The kiss, wasn't slow at all. It was intense and passionate. I didn't have to ask or persuade, she opened up for me, our tongues intertwining shamelessly. I moaned as she brushed her tongue over my hard palate. I felt a drop of juice drop into my brief.

I froze near the elevator when a familiar voice called my name. “Mrs. Robinson?” Sebastian Cross. His brow was furrowed, briefcase in hand. “Are you okay?” I swiveled toward him, suddenly unsteady, words spilling before I could contain them. “He touched me,” I blurted, my voice tight and raw. “Inappropriately. The director. He-he touched my arm, lingered,” My chest rose and fell sharply, sweat beading at my forehead. Sebastian’s expression hardened instantly. Rage, controlled but unmistakable, flared behind his calm demeanor.

She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave. The photo had been taken three months earlier. Vivian's face went white. The comments rolled too fast to read. [Confirmed. Miller's daughter pretended to be Grace Walker?] [She stole a woman's name, scholarship, and life story, then lived off it for fifty years?] [The real Grace was trapped in that town while Vivian became an artist and philanthropist. I'm sick.] [Three generations stealing: identity, proposals, opportunities.] Henry was sweating harder. The collar of his perfect suit had darkened. He had nothing left to say.

His forehead dropped against mine, his eyes still closed, jaw tight like he was controlling himself to do something more dangerous. I stared at him.Chest rising and falling. I’m sure my lips are slightly swollen. His own hooded eyes were staring at me. "That," he said, voice lower and controlled than usual, "was the real steal.” I wanted to say something better, which could let me out of this embarrassing moment. Instead I whispered, "You stole again, hence proved, you are a kiss stealer ." He didn't say anything, only staring at me. His thumb gently traced my swollen lower lip, eyes following again like he wanted another kiss. Shit, I pulled back fully. If that happened again, this time I c

Chapter 1 Their kiss lingered, stretching out in time. Jacob's kisses were forceful, matching Stefani's intensity. He pressed her against the table, sweeping away the papers and delving his hands beneath her dress. Stefani blushed, feeling a mix of excitement and self-consciousness. She didn't protest, instead wrapping her arms around his neck. This was the longest kiss she had ever experienced, venturing beyond the realm of simple French or peck kisses.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.