Thanksgiving Kisses Novels & Stories

- We'll see tomorrow. - Aren't you going to give me a little kiss? - We're outside! - So what? No one is passing by, let me taste your lips a bit! - Come closer. She approached, and I grabbed her throat and kissed her brutally and quickly, then I let her go. She wiped her lips with a smile! - I can't wait for tomorrow. - Me too. I realize my charm every day that passes, and I'm not going to sulk my pleasure. I'll take pleasure wherever it comes from! If I'm given a gift, I take it.

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

Before we left, he swallowed his daily dose of vitamins, which I had secretly swapped out. I had deliberately delayed him by taking my time changing clothes and putting on makeup. Marigold, on her end, kept pressuring Chester to hurry up since the banquet was about to begin. Moments later, I was finally ready, and we set off. But as soon as we got on the highway, I noticed Chester starting to nod off. Pretending to be annoyed, I complained that he had rushed me too much, and I'd forgotten the gift I had prepared for Florence. I then insisted we go back to get it.

I said. She approached me, and the room was filled with a sense of anticipation and affection. As she drew closer, our lips met in a passionate and tender kiss. It was a moment of warmth and love, a symbol of the deep connection we shared. The soft crackling of the fireplace provided a comforting soundtrack to our affectionate embrace. The snow fell gently outside, but in that moment, we were enveloped in the warmth of our love, celebrating not only Christmas but also the profound bond that united us.

“The prince is giving Christmas kisses under the mistletoe! I’m definitely claiming mine.” She came running over, pushed Nancy to the side and kissed Keion on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Keion.” He wished her a merry Christmas and mentally grit his teeth as several other girls from their year group, formed a line and either took kisses or gave them depending on how much they’d had to drink and how cognizant they were of the liberty they were taking with the oldest child of their Alphas Msia and Kaliah Hamadi.

The goosebumps on my arm and absolute shocked expression were enough evidence to prove that I was not hallucinating. I lifted my fingers and brushed them lightly across my lips. The essence of his lingering kiss was still there. I could still taste his clean minty breath on my lips. This was real. His kiss was real. Ethan Maxwell was real. Oh my God! I just kissed the hottest boy I ever met in my entire existence. My perception of him being an arrogant jerk, felt so petty. He drove me to my home. Made sure I feel safe. Even gave me his coat to protect me from the cold.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

He gripped my waist tighter making me gasp. Taking the chance he invaded my mouth. Holy..Jesus...I'm going to die with this sweetness. Gripping his hair tighter I kissed him with all force to meet his hunger. The kiss was passionate. Rough yet gentle. He kept me in place as I was falling on him. After like hours we separated. Freaking Isabella Kingston had her first kiss with a hottest man on earth her husband Aaron Kingston! His thumb came to my lips caressing it. His next words really took me to Mars..

"Did I do well?" River, whose face was still tense a second ago, grinned with satisfaction. "We're good actors." "Give me a hug," I said, tugging on the hem of River's polo shirt. I glance toward the kitchen door. River took my cue and pulled me close. He leaned against the kitchen counter, wrapping his left arm around my waist while his right hand played with my hair. "I'm so grateful you're here on Thanksgiving Day," he said softly, then gave me a light peck on the lips that instantly made me glare. I didn't tell him to kiss me!

The gratitude, the relief, the raw emotion of it all was too much. I closed the small distance between us and, without a thought, wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a fierce embrace. His arms came up, instinctively holding me close. I buried my face against his shoulder, taking in the clean scent of his skin and the quiet strength of his presence. Then, I tipped my head back, looking into his eyes. Without hesitation, I locked my lips with him, kissing him. It wasn't a gentle peck or a grateful brush of the lips. It was a desperate, all-consuming kiss, a thank you for saving me, a surrender to the feelings I had been fighting for weeks, and a silent promise of everything I wan