Stolen Kiss Novels & Stories

My eyes slipped close, her fingers grazing my scalp. When we pulled away for air, she had a smirk on her face. "Seriously?" I said, amused. "That's two things on my bucket list, crossed out" she said. I raised a brow. "Kissing me is in your bucket list?" "No. A stolen kiss" she said, grinning from ear to ear. "I wasn't expecting that" I said, laughing. "Yeah, that's why it's called a stolen kiss" "What's the second one?" "Kissing you when it's snowing" she said, wriggling her brows.

In that stolen moment, the undeniable chemistry between the dark lord and myself was more palpable than ever. His fingers lingered, brushing against my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. The intimate touch ignited a fire within me, and without hesitation, our lips met in a passionate kiss. Time seemed to stand still as our connection deepened, a mixture of longing and desire intertwining in the air around us. In that stolen moment, the boundaries of our dangerous reality blurred, leaving only the intoxicating taste of our shared chemistry.

One inch more, and the world would burn. But the door slammed somewhere down the corridor, voices rising, and the spell fractured. They tore apart, her chest heaving, his fists clenched as though to chain himself. Neither spoke, but the truth was sealed: the first kiss had almost been taken and neither of them would forget how close they’d come. The Stolen Kiss The storm broke at midnight.

Make love to her and forget the rest. " I'm going to bed... As you wish." Without another word, she went to the bed and lay down. Hamish suddenly felt empty. He stared at the young woman on the bed. She may have been a complete stranger, but kissing her made him feel as if he had known her for ages. It was a unique bond he had never felt. He wanted her and she wanted him... Even if she was drugged. He would never forgive himself if she came to regret it. But it would be even more painful for him to realize that for once, he had passed up his chance to make love to a woman he longed for...

She was asleep, peaceful, her lips slightly parted as she breathed softly. And for a moment, he’d allowed himself to forget everything else the expectations, anger, the distance. He’d knelt beside her, close enough to hear the steady rhythm of her breathing. Then, before he could stop himself, he learned in and pressed his lips against hers. It had been a stolen kiss. One she never knew happened. A selfish, quiet moment that belonged only to him. A kiss he had never told anyone about, not even her. A piece of truth he carried alone all these years.

Yet, deep within her, the knowledge remained that their sanctuary was temporary, and the challenges they faced demanded sobriety and action. But for now, in the dimly lit room filled with whispered confessions and the heady scent of alcohol, Lisa embraced the stolen intimacy, treasuring the fragile respite it offered. As their slurred words intertwined, Lisa found herself drawn deeper into Adrien's embrace. The walls of sobriety crumbled under the weight of their shared desires, and without hesitation, their lips collided in a fervent kiss. It was a collision of longing and pent-up emotions, a symphony of tangled tongues and whispered breaths.

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

But for no clear reason, the kiss is no longer a tool to punish but to pleasure. Tabitha opened her lips to welcome Keith to feel the acceptance and the rush. The guy explored Tabitha's sweet lips. They breathed into each other as if they were thirsty. Their lips pressed together. "Yuhu! Tabitha… there was a strange car outside. I was worried, so I came to check…." Linda Jones' voice filled the center doorway, and the woman stood transfixed when she saw Keith standing with Tabitha. Hearing that grandmother's voice, they both moved away from each other, at the same time shocked at what was happening between them.

It was just my pinky finger touching his, but I almost moaned, feeling the sparks travel from my finger through my arm and down to the rest of my body. He moved in even closer, and our lips almost touched. "I hate how much I fucking want you." Storm said huskily. "All I wanted for weeks was to kill you, but now that I am here, all I want to do is fuck you." "So do it." I whispered. Storm grabbed my neck with his hands as if he wanted to choke me, but instead he kissed me. It was a rough kiss, but I didn’t fucking mind, not even when he bit my lip and drew blood.

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.