Superman Kisses Novels & Stories

Instead, I kissed him back, just enough to make it believable. In a flash, Alex changed into his superhero costume—a blur of colors that reminded me of who the world thought he was. “See you later, my beautiful wife,” he said smoothly, planting one last kiss on my forehead before stepping out the door. A gust of wind followed, and I heard the familiar sound of his flight. I waited for a moment, listening to the fading sound of him leaving. As soon as I was sure he was gone, I let out a shaky breath i didn't know know I was was holding

This was not that. This kiss was certain. It was a man who had found what he was swimming for and had no remaining interest in professional distance or managed feelings or seven years of careful suppression. Samuel kissed her like he was coming home, like the water had finally stopped fighting him, like every lap he had swum in that anonymous community pool had been leading to this moment and this woman and this particular collision of mouths and breath and wanting.

The man had a chiseled jaw, sharp features and perfect olive skin with combed back hair. The girl could feel her head spinning and she lost her balance. “Woah!” “Hang in there sweetheart. I am there to carry you.” He whispered coming close to her ear. “No need. I can manage.” She pushed him away a little, frowning hard. “Are not you being a little clingy now?” “You kissed me. Did I complain?” He smirked yet again pulling her closer. Before the girl knew he planted a powerful kiss on her lips and Lara’s eyes opened wide in much surprise.

I said angry that he is making it seem irrelevant to talk about her and what I feel. He stood there looking at me for some time then moved closer. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make seem like I don't want to hear you out. And she is not my lover, you are." He gave me a kiss on the lips and I immediately pushed him away. I knew that with him kissing me I would melt in his arms and not tell him my thoughts.

I replied, staring directly into his dark eyes. The Supreme Alpha approached me, joining our bodies and kissing my lips fiercely. His kiss was sweet and intense; he slid his hands around my waist, pressing his body against mine, while I slid my fingers down his back, sending shivers through his skin with my touch. It was as if we urgently needed that contact between us, and our bodies craved more.

My skin was burning at his touch. "Your lips are so soft," he commented as his thumb rubbed against the lower part of my lip. He leaned in closer as his hand tilted my chin up. And the next thing I felt was his warm lips on mine. He tasted like mint and something sweet. I'm kissing Blake-fucking-Harrison! His other hand swiftly moved to grip my back, pulling me closer to him. My own hands flew up and held him by his shoulder blades. He was all rock-hard muscles. "Mmhm," he murmured, a sign that he liked my touch.

Samira whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs, her voice filled with a mix of awe and longing. Ray opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "So are you," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "More than you know." He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and urgent, his hands working quickly to get rid of her blouse. Samira helped, her movements frantic as she stripped off her clothes, tossing them aside without a care. Ray’s hands were on her again, exploring every inch of her exposed skin with a hunger that left her gasping.

Dominic smiled, his expression gentle and reassuring. He leaned forward, kissing her forehead, then her cheek. Finally, he placed a tender kiss on her lips, his lips soft and warm against hers. When he pulled away, Lucian took his place, his lips pressing firmly against hers. This kiss was deeper, more demanding, and she felt herself melting into it, returning his affection with a passion that surprised even her.

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.

" His lover dude spanked her so softly to bring her back from her deserted island. "Alright, it's getting late already, and I wouldn't want you to get home late today again." Somira requested. Lawrence embraced her for a moment, pulled her forward a bit, and then gave her a very passionate kiss on her lips as she reciprocated it by gently closing her eyes like one who was feeling so sleepy and horny at thesame time. "I'll call you." He said as he relaesed her, placing his right hand on his cheek to make a sign of one who's on a call.