Superman Kisses Novels & Stories

My eyes go wide. His body is right up against mine now, pushing me into the wall. He looks down into my eyes, still glowing. My hands instinctively went up to his chest to keep him at a distance, but he wasn't having it and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. I feel my towel loosening, threatening to fall to the ground and expose my body. Before I have a chance to break eye contact, his other hand grabs my chin, and his lips crash into mine. He kisses differently than Cyrus’ gentle, passionate kiss. Samson’s is full of fiery passion; he kisses me hard and rough, taking my breath away. I whimper as he deepens the kiss, and a growl of approval comes from him.

Christopher smiled back and took the other guy’s hand before pulling him close and kissing him. On the mouth. “Oh,” I said, drawing to a stop. Oh, no. Christopher Elton was already taken.

He inhaled sharply as I began to grind up against him. I turned around to face him again. His hand was still in my hair, and I fell into him. He smelled so good, like clean soap and a light, woodsy cologne. My eyes flutter shut as I lifted onto my tiptoes and kissed him. It started light, but quickly became more as kissed me back. We continued to dance on the floor, kissing and swaying to the beat of the music, for a few long minutes. It was heaven. He broke from the kiss. “Have you ever been in a limo?” he whispered into my ear, his hands tightening on my waist. I loved how I felt with him touching me.

Their faces were inches apart, and their chests were touching. She slowly looked up at him. Large drops of tears were pooling in her eyes. His heart squeezed in agony, seeing her in pain and terror. Sanskar got closer to her slowly so that their faces were inches away. Sanskar brought his lips closer to hers and placed them over hers. The kiss started soft, but soon, it took a brutal turn. Sanskar's kiss turned savage, and it was like he wanted to devour her in that one kiss. He didn't relent; he forced her lips apart with his tongue before diving straight in to invade her mouth. There was not a single spot he didn't run his tongue over. He took control of not only the kiss but her as well.

she purred, running a finger down his chest. Subham's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. "I want you, Sony. I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight." Sony's breath caught in her throat, her body responding to his words. "Then what are you waiting for?" she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. Subham didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed her, pulling her against him as his lips crashed against hers. Sony moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

"I'm sorry, Ramon. I'm so sorry." Ramon's face lights up with a warm smile, and he opens his arms, embracing me. I feel a sense of safety and comfort wash over me as he holds me close. After a moment, he pulls back, his eyes searching mine. "May I kiss you, Jasmine?" he asks, his voice low and gentle. I nod, my heart racing with anticipation. Ramon's lips brush against mine, sending shivers down my spine. The kiss is slow, gentle, and deliberate, igniting a desire within me that I can't ignore. For the first time, I truly want to surrender to Ramon.

Frederick pulled her closer by wrapping his hand around her waist and kissed her with a deeper intensity, pouring all his feelings into that moment. They eventually paused to catch their breath, both of them feeling a mixture of exhilaration and tenderness. Serena managed to say, “I really need to call Mr. Te-Sumi to thank him; he’s heading back to Korea tonight.” Frederick, still lost in the warmth of their kiss, replied, “We can thank him tomorrow,” and without waiting, he leaned in again, capturing her lips with his. He kissed her softly, playfully sucking and nibbling at her lips, making the air around them feel charged with so much desire.

At first, Viktor was taken aback by the suddenness of the gesture, but he quickly melted into the kiss, responding with equal fervor. Their lips moved together in a dance of passion and grief, seeking solace and comfort in each other's embrace. Viktor's arms wrapped around Kamala, pulling her close to him, and Kamala melted into his touch, her body craving his warmth. The kiss deepened, and their tongues tangled in a dance of longing and desire. Kamala's grief momentarily faded as she lost herself in the moment, feeling a raw, intense connection with Viktor that transcended words. Their hands explored each other's bodies, seeking solace and comfort in the intimacy they shared. Viktor's touch

Every now and then, Samuel kissed his second son's cheek, because the second son was successfully pedaling a bicycle for the first time. "My son is so good!" While the praised, smiled happily. "Daddy, kiss!" Samuel smiled and happily, he again kissed his son's chubby cheek. Meanwhile, Kevin touched his own cheek. The little boy smiled bitterly. "Why only him? Kevin too, want to be kissed by Daddy!" His half sister, turned to look at Kevin. "Kevin, let's race!" Kevin was silent for a long time, then he nodded his head stiffly. He walks and rides a bicycle with Spider-Man on it. The little boy pedals his new bicycle towards his father and younger brother.

She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier. “It’s not something like that,” he corrected her immediately before she could think of a deeper meaning of the kiss. “He’s just thankful, and he paid back through a kiss.” “People don’t do that when they’re thankful. It occurs to people who are close to each other. But when it’s about Yric, I think he likes you.” She even pointed her finger and drew a heart shape in the air that only annoyed him more. “Do you know that you’re not helping?”