Tears Are Falling By Kiss Novels & Stories

It was like a warm summer day: soothing and assuring. And then, his lips brushed over mine, soft and tender, kissing me. Everything surrounding us melted away, leaving just us behind to drown in feelings. This kiss was like a lifeline thrown to a drowning soul; I clung to it for dear life for comfort, for consolation. Tears continued falling, but this time, they were not dry tears of sadness. Now, they were tears of letting go, tears of release, tears of surrender. The kiss deepened and grew hotter as we sank into the moment together. Time ceased to exist as we drifted into another world wrapped in warmth from one another.

🎶Take my hand 🎶 🎶Take my whole life, too 🎶 🎶For I can't help falling in love with you…🎶 🎶For I can't help falling in love with you 🎶 I cupped her face gently as brushed her tears away with my thumbs. I leaned in slowly as my lips met hers, it was soft at first, then it deepened into an intoxicating and fervent French kiss. Our tongues danced intimately as my hands pulled her closer with passion igniting fiercely. Guests chuckled through their emotions as calls of "Get a room, you two" rang out playful as we lingered, lost in the moment.

Alec. I can still feel her lips on mine minutes after we pulled apart. The soft tremor of them against mine, the way she leaned in like her heart couldn’t fight it anymore. And then—the tears. Not tears of rejection. Not tears of regret. But something far more dangerous. They were the kind of tears that say this matters. That this kiss wasn’t casual or reckless, but a moment neither of us can take back.

We kiss long and lingering, the softness of his touch brings tears to my eyes. A kiss like this - under the stars is what dreams for girls like me are made of.

Her eyes, though still red-rimmed, held a quiet, unyielding resolve. My fingers twitched at my side, a primal urge to reach out, to touch her, to force her to react, to break this unbearable composure. "I wanted to break you," I said, bluntly, brutally, driving the knife in further, needing to see a reaction, to prove my own twisted logic. "That kiss—was punishment. For your defiance. Not affection." Her lips parted slightly, a silent gasp. A single tear slipped down her cheek, tracing a slow, silver path. She didn't wipe it away. She simply let it fall, a stark, crystalline testament to her pain.

I bend down and kiss her lips. "Y-yeaaah." Her eyes welled up with tears. She grabs my shoulder. I get into her more. Her sharp nails are hurting me but it's okay. I keep my lips on her neck and adjust myself by breaking her walls. Once I am fully in, I look at her face. She is biting her lower lip and tears are rolling down through her temples. I kiss her tears and she opens her eyes. "May I move?" Our lips are getting touched when I am speaking.

Eleanor placed some documents on the table and poured me a glass of warm water. She then began saying, "Ivy, I have a few questions to ask you. Don't worry, just answer honestly." The weather was chilly, so I wrapped my hands around the cup. The warmth gradually revived my icy fingers. "What was your relationship with your husband like?" she asked. "He treated me well, but…" I covered my face with my hands, and my eyes welled up with tears again. As his image came to mind, tears streamed through my fingers, and I sobbed uncontrollably.

I wanted to convey to him my anguish at being apart through this kiss. I did not know when the tears ran from my eyes as I kissed him. We stopped our kiss when we both ran out of oxygen. Harsh's eyes were filled with tears when I opened my eyes. I have only seen him cry once in my life, and it was when I was tried to leaving him alone to travel to another city.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

The tears that filled those beautiful eyes hit a deep spot in his soul. Without a second thought he met her lips with his in a tender kiss that held so much feeling, Kaia could not stop the tears that ran down her face. Beau deepened the kiss reflecting his feelings for her and the escalating desire that was brewing in his depths. Kaia let herself be surrender to Beau’s kiss, responding with the same burning passion as all her worries and inhibitions melt away. She pulled him closer, the palm of her hand cupping Beau’s face as she melted against him. They both felt time slow down as they shared this moment, Kaia losing herself in the intimate dance initiated by Beau. He did not care for the