Stolen Kiss Novels & Stories

Suddenly, she realized what this feeling was— “Then…why didn’t you steal me?” she whispered, lowering her eyes shyly. This time, his heart skipped a beat. She lifted her gaze, her voice soft as she whispered again, “I want to know how it feels to be stolen…” She slowly to meet his gaze, “Steal me.” A small, knowing smile played on his lips as he leaned down, crashing his lips against hers. “Here. I stole you.” With that, Petal woke not only in his arms but also within his territory.

He said so dominantly. Without realising,my lips were sealed with his.My eyes opened widely at whats going on.My first kiss has been stole by Keron the famous musician l didnt see this coming.Whatvisvthis man doing? Butv hey amb really surprised at how incredible his mouth taste.Yes l kissed him back after he wasnt willing to leave my lips The kiss was too gentle and l didnt want it stop.But my heart told me am not doing the right thing.l struggled to be let free from him but was all in vein.His kisses grew more fierce.His hands started messaging and a small moan escaped my mouth .

Stella This kiss is everything a kiss should be. Passionate, sweet, tingle-inducing. The sweep of his tongue against mine is enough to make me wet. He owns me without words. The pressure of his lips against mine, the feel of his body spreading my thighs, his fingers denting my flesh. Ransom Thompson owns me, and when he breaks the kiss, I'm panting, fisting his hair in between my fingers, grinding against him as I rest my back against the wall.

‘The Most Sought After Billionaire Bachelor, Saint Baxter Is Off The Market! But what had the card in my hand falling to the ground was the picture attached. A picture of Saint and Leslie kissing passionately.

In those stolen touches, they found solace, a connection that was unspoken yet profoundly felt. And then there were the stolen kisses, moments of vulnerability and desire that they couldn't resist. Their lips would meet in secret, and in those stolen kisses, the world around them would fade away. The taste of each other, the warmth of their breath mingling, it was a stolen indulgence that kept their souls alive amidst the chaos of their lives.

"Because I want the truth I still feel like something is missing. And because I'm tired of being a pawn. Yours, the Laurents', whoever's moving these pieces. If helping you burn it all down, then let it burn." The air thickened. His thumb brushed my lower lip, his gaze darkening with something dangerous and undeniable. "You're becoming a problem, Celine," he whispered. "I haven't decided yet whether to eliminate you… or chain you to my side so no one else can have you." The kiss was brutal, desperate, all the restraint he'd been wearing tearing apart at the seams. I gasped against him, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer as heat flooded through me like wildfire. He tasted like

******* From a distance the three women,were secretly trying to capture everything. "Did he kiss her?" "I don't think he kissed her". "Well I think he did, but he was smarter than us, the picture won't prove anything". ********* Andre straighten up and smiled at shy Arianna. "I realized that the only way to stop you from crying is to kiss you, don't worry it's still professional". "Since when was stealing kisses professional"Arianna murmured angrily at him with a palm on her mouth, colour staining her cheeks pink in embarrassment.

His intense eyes locked onto mine, and I struggled to resist the overwhelming urge to melt under his gaze. In an unexpected move, Liam pressed his lips against mine, catching me off guard. At first, I was shocked, but as his tongue sought access, I gradually surrendered to the soft and sweet sensation of his kiss. The turmoil inside me intensified as Onyx, my wolf, howled in my head, and butterflies swirled in my stomach. The kiss was a mix of emotions, leaving me feeling both vulnerable and ecstatic all at once. Liam deepened the kiss, and I was taken aback by his emotions. I responded eagerly, fully embracing the stolen moment that had eluded us three times before. This time, it felt right

"A mosquito on my lips?" "Yes. A mosquito." "And you chased it away with your lips?" "Not with my lips! I... I..." He didn't give me a chance to finish my sentence. His hand reached for my waist, pulling me closer. My body pressed against his. "You're a bad liar, Lulu. But you're a good thief." "Thief?" "You stole a kiss from me. That's a crime. You know the punishment?" "What?" He didn't answer with words, but he answered with a kiss.

Countless scornful looks fell upon me, and my body stiffened. The words I had strung together were lodged fast in my throat. All I wanted was to retrieve my belongings. All I wanted was to say goodbye. "What are you doing here?" Before I had time to recover, Ivor emerged from the villa holding a stuffed toy. It was our token of love from when we were 18. On the day of our engagement, it went missing. I thought it was gone forever.