Tears Are Falling By Kiss Novels & Stories

“I won’t let him hurt you.” Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was slow and tender and completely unexpected. Kayla’s eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into him, her hands resting on his chest as the world around them faded away. They were so lost in each other that neither of them heard the sound of footsteps on the asphalt, or the soft click of a camera shutter capturing the moment in perfect detail.

To admit his flaws, to give explanations for his wrongdoings, in front of so many influential people — it was on another level. My heart melted. Tears escaped my eyes before I could stop them. Ryan came to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. Not a peck, not a staged kiss for the cameras, but deep, passionate, consuming. His lips pressed against mine with urgency, with desperation, with a rawness that spoke of regret and longing. It was as though we poured all our emotions into that kiss — the years of silence, the pain, the love we had buried. For a moment, I believed there was hope. That maybe, just maybe, we could give ourselves another chance.

He was looking at me. I'd waited all day to have some alone time with Leo, and now we were together in front of the most beautiful waterfall I'd ever seen. Spray from the falling water misted our clothes and hair, forming dew drops that sparkled like tiny worlds of wonder. “Leo,” I whispered. His name barely left my lips when he kissed me. The world spun too fast and gravity no longer worked, but I didn't care. One kiss had been enough to show me that Leo was interested. This kiss blew that kiss out of the water.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

His hands gripped my hips as I straddled him, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush against each other. I leaned down, and our lips met in a slow, deep kiss that felt like a storm raging inside of me. The taste of salt and tears on his lips mingled with the sweet warmth of his mouth. As he sat up with me still straddling him, his muscles rippled under my touch, his breaths coming in heavy and ragged. The tears continued to fall from his eyes, his emotions too raw to be contained any longer. He choked on a sob, but instead of pulling away, he leaned in closer and started kissing down my neck with a desperate hunger, as if he couldn't get close enough to me.

I parted my lips, inviting him in, and his tongue met mine with a hunger that mirrored my own. It was like the kiss unlocked something deep inside me, washing away the remnants of my tears with heat that spread through my veins. Draven groaned softly against my mouth, the sound vibrating through me. His free hand slid down my side, fingers tracing the curve of my hip under the thin sheet we'd tangled in. I shifted, swinging my leg over his so I straddled him, needing to feel his body solid beneath mine. The bed dipped under our weight. Our kisses deepened, messy and urgent. I nipped at his lower lip, tasting the salt of my own tears mixed with him, and he responded by tilting his head to cla

she chokes in defeat and takes me in a passionate kiss. She wins dominance because I'm caught off guard by her confession and the kiss. My lips fall in sync with hers as she devours my face. She breaks the kiss a moment later, our breaths ragged as I stare lost in her eyes. I press my forehead against hers as tears roll down her cheeks and I wipe them away. "I know what it's like to try burying your feelings," Claire chokes quietly and we look at her. "It tore me apart when I was alone."

I pulled back just enough to stare into his eyes, and my lips found him in a kiss. A deep, searing kiss. I kissed him until my tears rolled down my cheeks, slipping between our lips, turning the taste salty. I stopped. “No.” Dontrell gripped my head, holding me still. “Don’t stop.” His lips brushed mine. “Your tears—they make this real, show you feel me as deeply as I feel you.” He kissed a tear from my cheek, then another, his tongue flicking against my skin. His mouth traced a path to my lips, and then he French kissed me.

I slightly lifted my head and stretched my lips, trying to smile at him. “Josie?” I heard his hoarse voice, and my chest tightened. “Killian…” My voice cracked, and a hot tear fell down my cheek. “Don't cry, my little daredevil,” he whispered, leaning over and kissing the place marked by the tear. That, of course, made me cry even more, and I couldn't stop the tears I shed. They were like a waterfall of emotions; they were unstoppable. Killian gently pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me. My tears fell on his shirt, but he didn't seem to mind, and I was too desperate to feel him close to me to care.

Is she crying because of the kiss or because… But I don't think about it as I lean closer. I just want to make it stop. So strange. I take her head between my palm, my tongue peeking out as I catch a drop of tears with my tongue. I pull her closer to my body, one hand on the back of her neck, the other on her waist as I catch each drop of tears that falls from her eyes and literally licks her face. Fuck me. Then, I lean back. Her sobs are soft hiccups now. Little broken breaths, wet sniffs, the kind of quiet that feels louder than a scream.