Sugar-kissed Affection Novels & Stories

He squeezed possessively. Lila tilted her face upward. Marcus smiled down at her, his eyes dark with lust, and leaned in. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. She felt tiny and protected in his powerful arms as their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. The kiss grew urgent, wet, and desperate. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as she pressed her full breasts against him, her hard nipples dragging across his skin.

I didn't answer. Before Isaac could say anything else, I kept my eyes fixed on the snow falling before me. Suddenly, a little girl ran over and handed me a rose made of snow. "I wish you a long, healthy life and happiness every single day, pretty lady!" I accepted the rose and patted her head. "You, too, kiddo." She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, "A handsome guy asked me to give you this flower. He told me not to tell you, but you're so pretty that I decided to betray him."

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.

Perhaps it was from seeing too much of men's insincerity that she repeatedly told me how much she despised them. That was also why she was so firmly against marriage. But this time, when she made her offer, I cried and said, "It's too late." I told her I had already stepped onto the deadly path set by Chester and Florence, and I was halfway down it. Marigold said, "It's not too late. Wait for me—I'll save you."

He looked at her and asked huskily, "Was it good?" "Sweet..." She stared at him dumbfoundedly, her lips pouty, bearing the traces of their kiss. He lowered his head and licked the sweet traces he had left, murmuring, "I think so too... Sweet..." Unlike their previous kisses, this one was particularly tantalizing. It didn't just pass quickly; it lingered in one place, reluctant to leave until every bit of sweetness was savored. Teasing slowly was even more maddening than diving straight in. She couldn't help but arch her chest, craving his kisses and touches everywhere except where his lips and tongue had been.

she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m always ready to forget everything else and drown in your sweetness!” He winked at her, making her blush. He showered her with small kisses, starting from her neck to her jawline, and face, and finally settling on her lips. Alyssa moaned with pleasure when he plunged his tongue into her mouth to drown in her sweetness, just as he had wanted to. The kiss was sensual, gentle, soulful, lingering, and more soothing than wild. It stirred her deeply, and she ran her fingers over his chest to pull the clothes off him.

"You are not going to a seminar at ten." Sophia considered this. "Fair," she said. Marcus was waiting with the car outside. He had coffee. Four cups, carried in a cardboard tray, steam rising from the tops in the cold morning air. He handed them out without ceremony. Elena took hers and wrapped both hands around it and felt the warmth move through her palms. Simple and real and exactly what was needed. Marcus looked at Grace's departing car turning the corner at the end of the street. "She knew my father," he said quietly.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

With Aurora, however, kissing felt different, awakening a newfound craving within him. Now, he knew he couldn't resist indefinitely. The desire for Aurora consumed him, and he craved more of her. Her essence was like sugar, a taste that lingers and entices, no matter how many times one has it. He yearned to savor her repeatedly, unable to quench his insatiable thirst for her presence.

“I already told you to leave me the f—” I silenced her with a kiss. Not gentle, not coaxing, but a raw, possessive claiming. A kiss that left no room for argument. Her tears mingled with the taste of whiskey, a strange, heady cocktail that ignited something primal within me. But beneath those sharper notes, I found her, a sweetness that was purely hers, a taste of us, raw and untamed.