Superman Kisses Novels & Stories

she began, but he interrupted her. “Stop talking,” he said quickly, rushing toward her. He silenced her with a deep kiss that took her by surprise, forcing her to steady herself. He kissed her with a fervor that left no room for breath; her bag slipped from her grasp as she found herself kissing him back, surrendering to the moment. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, causing the world around them to dissolve into nothingness. Jimmy’s arms encircled Susan, drawing her ever closer. The kiss was charged with intensity, and their emotions surged like a tide.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It should,” she said. “Because now the story makes sense.” There again… “story”. I’m really starting to dislike that word. Like my life had somehow turned into something people could pick apart and explain like it belonged to them. I ended the call after a bit and lowered my phone slowly, then looked at Damon. “Well,” I said, “I guess this just got more complicated.” “If anything,” he said, “it got easier.” I frowned. “Easier?” “You have a reason now,” he replied. “People won’t question the kiss as much.”

The satisfied growl I heard—deep and low—echoed straight between my legs, heating my skin and making my entire body tremble with anticipation. I had sealed my fate. His hand rose, gripping my neck firmly. The gesture was rough and dominating, but it didn’t hurt. The hold was just strong enough to make it clear who was in control. His eyes narrowed, a predatory gleam crossing his red irises before he crushed his lips against mine in a possessive, savage, demanding kiss. It wasn’t an ordinary kiss. It was the kiss of the Supreme Alpha. Of his wolf. And of Daimon. All in one, claiming what was theirs.

He kissed her forehead. "If I don't come back," he said, "I want you to know that these three years were the best years of my life. Because they were the years I got to love you. Not as a weapon. Not as a spy. Just as you. Just as the woman who chose vulnerability over power." Lena couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything except hold him. "Come back with me," she whispered. "I will," Dominic said. "We both will." But as they held each other in the darkness of the facility, Lena understood the truth that no one was saying out loud:

Without breaking our eye contact he slowly leaned forward to kiss me. Our lips were just a centimetre apart when he whispered –"Please Skylar doesn't go away from me. You are mine and only mine! I am begging you, please don't do this us." Saying this he pulled our bodies together and placed his beautiful soft lips over mine. This could have been very romantic. Kissing your loved one in the rain, but here we are breaking up something that wasn't even there in the first place. His lips were begging me to not go, to open up myself, to not end this wobbling, fragile relationship that was built upon games and lies.

“I didn't have any plans.” He pushed himself off the wall and placed his arms on either side of me, pinning me in place. My breath caught a little bit. He smelled like clean sunshine and soap with just a hint of something masculine that drove my feminine parts into a frenzy. He came in slowly, taking his time as his mouth covered mine. His tongue probed gently at my lips until I let him in. I heard a low moan that I realized was mine. The man could kiss. “How's that for doing something today?” Noah asked, his voice low and rough. I wanted him so bad.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

He couldn't afford to be away from her. Susan lifted her head and gazed longingly at him. Taking the initiative, she stood on her toes and kissed him. As if recalling something, she began to apologize, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't kiss you when I don't feel good. What if it's something infectious?” She buried her head in his broad muscular chest in embarrassment. Andrew’s eyes clouded over with lust, as he pressed her waist close to him. He grasped her lips with his a bit roughly, as his tongue explored every corner of her mouth, leaving her breathless.

I tried to assure him. He pulled himself out of the hug, cupped my cheeks, and asked looking into my eyes “Serena if this is the last moment we have, what do you want to do?” “But this is not the last moment…” “I want to kiss you.” He cut me off. “Can I do it?” he licked his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. The way he said ‘Kiss' was enough to make any girl submit to him. I could not say I was an exception as his words aroused my feelings.

He kisses her jaw, making her moan and dig her nails into his shoulder. Now she is gasping, her thighs clenched as his lips dance over her ears barely touching but the heat radiated is burning her body. "Why are you so familiar with her?" Giving her a jerk with his kiss, he bites her earlobe sharply. She gaps in pleasure as that sting in the pain shoots at her. "Samantha, you are the person who has a billionaire secret like me." He rubs his fingers on his lower lip, making her forget the world and sense.