Stolen Kiss Novels & Stories

His skin felt soft and comforting under her fingers, and she wanted to hold him tighter. They explored each other’s mouths, two souls starving for one another. Dianna’s nails pressed into his back, making him groan into her kiss, which sent a rush of warmth between her legs. “Tell me to stop if you need me to, Dianna. I can only hold back right now,” he said, moving his lips to her neck, kissing it like a starved creature. His touch claimed her, his kiss marked her, and his eyes owned her. The moment was too stunning to pull away from. “I don’t want you to stop,” Dianna moaned, and his kisses grew fiercer. He bit and sucked hard on the skin above her collarbone, drawing a loud moan from her.

"There's no way Sienna got so lucky to impregnate herself with the sperm of a billionaire donor. After the way she trashed you, we're not missing this train wreck!" Right at the entrance was a photo of Sienna with a foreign man. Just then, Sienna spotted me. She lifted her chin, clutched Andre's arm, and strutted over. "Well, if it isn't my broke bestie. I thought you wouldn't show! Since you don't have my eye for the right donor, you must be dying of jealousy!" She really did think she had a good eye for these things. But she was as blind as a bat, not noticing there was no warmth in Andre's eyes.

She was unable to do anything to avoid the Lexus. 'Do?' Stella continued in her heart. She closed her eyes when she felt the touch of Lexus's lips. Stella's voice cut off. Yes, Stella didn't have time to finish her interrogative sentence because Lexus roughly pressed her lips against Stella's. Lexus's hot kisses made the man's desire even higher. "Humph…." Moans after groans came out of Lexus's mouth as well as Stella's mouth. 'Oh no! He stole my first kiss....' Stella regrets what happened to her. What can she do when dealing with Lexus?

I asked. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course, not. That truly happened and you have to pay for that!" "What?! Listen, I'm sorry, but I was drunk!" "But you stole my first kiss I earned for years, and you want me to just forget about that?!" he knotted his hands and stared at my eyes. What the heck was he talking about? I stole his first kiss?! "What do you mean?! I don't understand!" He chuckled and groaned, "You kissed me on that rooftop, remember and then slapped me after!"

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.

Then the smirk returned. “I am not hurting you. Have I ever raised my hands on you, doll?” he whispered. “I worship you. I'm a very possessive man when it comes to you, so I'm just molding you for my liking. That’s the difference.” With that, he kissed her again—violently, possessively, hungrily. It wasn’t a kiss of love; it was a reminder. A claim. His tongue was forceful, his teeth biting at her lips like he wanted to consume her. And she just lay there, tears leaking from her eyes, wrists bound, heart shattered.

he commanded, yet she refused to do so. Using his right knee, he placed it between her thighs that were pressed against each other. “Stubborn as always,” he whispered with a smirk as he continued kissing her. He pressed his knee harder on her, forcing her legs to separate. Cronous stepped closer and nudged his knee up, grinding against her clit. “A-ah–” she let out.

"Take it, wear it. I'll get your wedding ring and a dress tomorrow. Two days we get married. Business?" "What's your motive for marrying me"? I asked. "Just behave like Serena. Be cool, calm and collected and stop behaving like a street cat. He stole a glance at me". "How do I know how she behaves?" I'll show you.... I hope you won't force me to kiss you again this time. She taunts him. "Well, kisses are meant for lovers." "Are we now lovers or partners in contract?" "Time will tell"

Her heart and mind were in constant battle, even when she had to really focus. From the day her sister’s husband Trojan was released from prison, she’d never been able to forget her encounter with Gresso. She knew deep in her soul that it was wrong. Gresso was a menace, a dangerous man—she was the front row witness to him sneaking in and taking away her first kiss like a thief in the night. Her first kiss. She couldn’t believe that an important milestone in her life that she thought she might share with a true love was stolen by a convicted felon!

My breath shudders as his body presses against mine, the heat of his skin searing through the thin fabric of his shirt—the one I stole from his room. A low growl rumbles in his chest. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” I glare up at him, refusing to cower. “Kill me, then.” His grip tightens. “No,” he breathes, voice thick with something almost…hungry. “I think I’ll do something else.” His mouth crashes against mine. The kiss is brutal—punishing. Nothing about it is soft. He devours me, his teeth sinking into my lower lip until I taste blood. I struggle, but my body betrays me, heat pooling deep in my stomach as his hands roam, grasping, claiming.