Sweetheart Kissed Novels & Stories

Beautiful… he called me beautiful, I stared up into his eyes and took in every word he said to me, “Sweetheart, are you in any pain; did anyone hurt you?” Sweetheart… those words melted my heard and I shook my head in response; he smiled sweetly at me, it was not his usual “prince charming” kind of smile; it was that smile that spoke a thousand words that he could not say, I don’t know what came over me; but I wanted to shower all this affection that I felt on him, I pulled him close and kissed him, he was my first kiss; my only kiss… my forever kiss, I felt the sparks and saw the fireworks explode in my head; he pulled me closer and deepened our kiss, he picked me up, instinctively I wrappe

Maverick said. “Are you Serious?” she asked as her eyes lit up. “Yes.” He said, and she leaned up and kiss him. “I like that reward.” “I am glad you do.” She said with a smile. “I do hope this between us lasts, my dear. I think you shall be fun to have around.” Maverick said. “Now I find myself ready to relax some more, and I do believe I should wash you clean. You, of course, should do the same to me.”

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.

Grace’s eyes widened as her head was guided back, surprised to find a different intensity in his gaze. Then, without a word, he leaned down and kissed her—no, tasted her. His tongue swept over her lips, claiming the lingering caramel for himself. Sweet, rich, and dizzying. He licked softly, savoring, before letting her go. Grace turned scarlet, twisting around and giving him a little punch. “What was that?!” He just smiled, tightening his arm around her waist to steady her, “Having dessert.” She bit her lip, huffing, “So what, now that dessert’s done, you’re leaving?”

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.

They ate in silence, until there was hardly anything left. There was only but a single dessert on the table and a single spoon to share. He fed her a small bite, creamy and rich. She couldn't help but smile with pleasure at the sweetness. Her innocent pleasure made its way across the small table, straight into his heart. How could he help but love her? He took a large bite with the enthusiasm of a child and she laughed silently at his playfulness. He took another bite for her, larger than the first one. And, some of the dessert was left on her lips. He planned it of course. He reached his hand towards her before she could raise a napkin to wipe it off. However, his reach wasn't for her lips

But not for Kara anyway. He is holding a cup of coffee in his left hand, his macbook in the other. "Good morning Kara!" he brightly greeted her, showing off his deep dimples and perfect white teeth, completing his morning charm with a wink. Nevertheless, it did not brighten her always dreary mood, not even a notch.

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In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

he asks, a hint of uncertainty coloring his voice. “Can you what?” I whisper, my heart racing as I realize what he’s about to do. “Kiss you?” The question hangs in the air, electric and charged, and I nod, barely able to form words. “Yes, please.” His lips brush against mine, soft and gentle, and it’s like the world fades away. The kiss deepens, and I find myself melting against him, every ounce of fear slipping away as warmth spreads through me. It’s sweet, tender, and filled with an unspoken understanding, and I can’t help but lean into him, wanting more.