Sweetheart Kissed Novels & Stories

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.

There were a sudden pause in our part as if we forgot this part of the ceremony. Randall leaned in, his touch gentle yet firm as he cupped my face. His kiss was unexpectedly tender, with a faint smell of musk, it was warm, powdery, and sweet. It was a brief moment, but in that stolen breath, a connection sparked, a promise whispered.

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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I smiled, a real one this time. “And I’ll keep killing them until none are left.” “I miss you,” he whispered. “I miss you too, Luca. Every second. But everything I’m doing is for you.” “I know,” he said. “I love you.” My eyes stung. I shut them hard. “I love you more, baby. Now go to sleep, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow.” “Okay… night, Mari.” I hung up, letting the phone rest on my chest.

He's all I want to see. And now he's all mine. Slowly, he lets me back up, grinning wildly. “I love you, Charlotte,” he whispers so that only I can hear him. Behind him, the waterfall dances down the rocks, filling the small pond just like Leo fills my heart. “I love you,” I whisper back, grinning so hard my face hurts. This is everything I could ever want: Leo and waterfall kisses.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

Her sweet scent is filling his senses, intoxicating him. For a moment, he’s transported back to the night when he first kissed her at the dark alley. He can still remember how the kiss felt, sweet and passionate. Halsey’s eyes are closed but she can taste his lips, a familiar and intense feeling arising within her.

His deep and intense kiss floods my senses with the sensation of coming home, of completeness after a long sojourn in isolation. Jayden is next. His approach is softer, less urgent, but almost as charged with emotion. He cups my face, his thumb lightly brushing across my cheek as if to wipe away the hardships of our separation. When his lips meet mine, it's a softer landing—like snowflakes gently settling. The kiss is a whispered promise of everlasting love and an unspoken apology for the agonizing distance that had come between us. It feels like a sweet rain after a long drought.