Tender Kisses Family Matters Novels & Stories

This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life. Gabe gently pulled away, just long enough to look at me with those glowing green eyes. Then he leaned in again. Our lips parted this time and the kiss became more passionate, with our tongues delicately dancing. My hands drifted up his back. I could feel the definition of his muscles, even over his shirt, and it turned me on even more. I wanted to feel his naked skin, his firm body, all of him and all at once. This is what I've wanted for so long, I thought. And I want so much more.

Since we’re apparently ‘forced’ to make a life together, don’t you think we should try to set our differences aside and be a family? “Then let’s be a family Cindy,” he muttered smoothly. “Let’s be man and wife.” He took hold of her thin upper arms again and dragged her toward him, securing her lips in another kiss. This time the kiss contained all the elements the former had lacked—heat, sensation, and desire. Cindy moaned in despair, but his mouth captured the desolate little sound and swallowed it hungrily. His lips were soft but insistent against hers; they opened her mouth with the skill that she had always been unable to resist, and his tongue flowed in, skilfully subduing any protest s

She looked at the camera with the loving gaze he knew so well, smiling as she said, “Victor, this is the fifth anniversary present I prepared for you and the family. I put all my energy into this game, in the hopes that it could provide the last push you need to officially take over the family.” The last frame paused on her smile, full of anticipation. She had ended the email with one last sentence. “Victor, if this marriage was a sham from the start, then I’ll give both of us the release we truly want.” Her loving expression in the video, the cold farewell in the email, Summer’s mocking laughter in the recording, and the painfully clear words in the medical report… All of it formed the absu

“Do it properly, or tomorrow your father wakes to find the debt unpaid.” Her throat tightened. Rage surged in her veins, but so did desperation. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her face again. This time, her lips brushed his, soft, fleeting, but real. A kiss. The world seemed to stop. Heat shot through her veins, uninvited, unwanted. For a moment, she felt the strength in his stillness, the danger coiled beneath his restraint. His lips didn’t move against hers, but his hand tightened on her wrist, steadying her as if she might break.

His fingers glistened faintly in the candlelight before he brought them to his lips and licked them clean, eyes locked on me. “To family,” he echoed. I drank too fast, and the wine burned a path down my throat. The dessert was chocolate torte. I couldn’t eat. Kael’s foot nudged mine under the table, then stayed there, warm against my ankle. “Picture time!” Dorian declared, waving his phone. “Everyone in the lounge. Family first—me, Cass, Elara when she wakes up, and Kael. The new Moreau clan.” My stomach dropped. “Perfect,” Kael said. He stood, offered me his hand like a gentleman. “Cassia?”

Zack’s arm tightened around her shoulders, his expression darkening slightly at his father’s words. “It can wait,” he said, his tone dismissive. But his father just shook his head. “No, it can’t, it is important,” he replied firmly. Zack’s father looked at Anna again, his smile softening. “Really, it is nothing bad, just some family business,” he assured her. Zack let out an annoyed sigh but did not argue further. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. Anna blushed, being kissed to casually in front of Zack’s father, makes her feel shy. “I will walk you home,” Zack said, not asking. His father nods approvingly and steps aside. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door

CHAPTER 35: The Hard Reminder Francesca’s Pov My face was still burning. I walked fast down the long hall. I locked the door to my bedroom hard, i put my back against the wood. I tried to slow my breathing. It did not work. The kiss was a mistake. It was a bad mistake, i told myself that. I kept telling myself that he is the enemy and that he is the killer, he is the one who took my parents but his story. His story was sad, he was only a fifteen years old boy. That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil.

“Or an old follower. A student. Someone loyal enough to carry on his legacy.” His jaw tightened. “That family was supposed to be finished. You burned them out.” I gave him a tired, humorless smile. “Apparently I missed one.” We stood there, side by side now, the old bitterness hanging between us like smoke, but something else underneath it. A new kind of alliance. Fragile. Tense. Real. “I want everything you have on the Solokov family,” I said. “Every name. Every trace of blood, bastard, or branch. I don’t care if it’s a distant cousin raised in the fucking woods. I want them all.”

While Kisses went to sit on the lap of his father while rolling her eyes at Hiro. "Go big brother, Cyrooo!! Defeat the bully!" Kisses shouted. They all grimaced but later on, the Cryro-Christopher team started cheering the same. "Defeat the bully!" Kisses looked at her sister. "Hey! Big sister, why are you sitting with them?" Kisses asked, clearly annoyed. "I love uncle Clinton," was, Winter only answered. Creed nodded his head. "I love uncle Clinton, too." Winter looked at Creed flatly. "No one's asking you,"

It felt like it was still daytime with all the people still rushing about, but my watch said it was just past one in the morning. "I need to get you home before your sister kills me," Robbie said as he saw me looking at my watch. "She's going to think I'm a bad influence or something for keeping you out so late." I put my hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the dark green dress shirt. He reached out and pulled me in to him, one hand behind my neck and the other on my waist. Our lips connected, sweeter than honey, and I melted into him. His kiss was gentle at first but also filled with hunger. Every fiber in my being ached to be with him, to have more than just this kis