Novel & Cerita The Kiss Novel

Kissed me good enough that if I had been wearing socks, they would have been knocked off. It felt freeing to kiss him, knowing that everyone already knew and supported us. “Wow,” I said, breathless from his kiss. That man knew how to use his lips in the best possible way. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still made me swoon. We were officially a couple now, especially if we were kissing in front of restaurants. “Blech. Some of us would like to eat,” Gabe said, gently pushing past us to get to the door. “Seriously, get a room.”

If I kiss him right now, will I wake up and turn back into reality? No, this is the only time where I could freely touch him. I don't wanna wake up, but fuck, his lips are tempting me. "I wanna kiss you," I whispered. I was slowly getting near his lips when he only responded with an embrace. "No, Iris. If you kiss me right now, everything will stop. I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and regret. I know you won't remember a thing." I was in a daze, bewildered, and not knowing what to say. What is he saying? Nevertheless, I couldn't deny how perfect his warmth is. His embrace makes me calm after a wild storm. I just hugged him back and buried my head on his neck.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

A middle-aged woman grabbed Wendy's hand and said indignantly, "Sweetheart, I know how men like this operate. He saved you back then for his own gain, and now he's divorcing you because there's someone else in the picture!" Others in the crowd quickly nodded in agreement. Wendy looked at me with suspicion in her eyes. "Rowan, there are always rumors at the hospital about you and the nurses. It can't be true, can it? How could you do something like this behind my back? Are you even human?" I let out a lazy half-smile, uninterested in defending myself. "By that logic, with all these people here, no one else knows CPR? You came yourself—could it be that you're involved with him? Maybe the baby

(Renata Pellegrini) His lips take me in a warm and relaxed kiss, waves of pleasure invade my body along with her tongue brazenly in my mouth. I close my eyes, surrendering myself completely to this kiss, I entwine my hands around his neck and in response he squeezes my waist even tighter. Suddenly there was no one else there, the music in my mind slows down, but the kiss becomes more and more voracious.

He doesn’t say a word so I take that as a yes; I stand up and sit on the edge of the desk so that I am facing him. “Can I have your first kiss?” I ask, blinking up at him. For a moment, I am scared he’s going to reject me since Kaela’s is in the picture, but then his hands grip my waist in place the same moment his lips meet mine. Ivan Vexmore is a really damn good kisser, my fingers tangles in his hair as he deepens the kiss, I moan out loud straddling into his laps, Ivan inhales sharply, his hand sliding under the hem of my hoodie, his touch barely grazes my bare skin but it’s enough to make me moan out loud.

The kiss is soft and slow, a tender exploration, his lips parting slightly to invite my tongue in as I respond with equal fervor. A delightful tingling sensation courses through my body as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a gentle urgency that makes my heart race. In that moment, everything else fades away—no worries, no fears, no thoughts of past or future. There’s just the intoxicating heat of the moment, the electric connection between us, and the pure, unbridled passion of our kiss that feels like it could last forever.

Her guard was down. She kissed him like it meant something. Because it did. It wasn’t about sex. It wasn’t even about survival. It was about feeling, and the bond, and choosing to stay when she could’ve run. He kissed her back like it was the only thing keeping him alive. His hands were everywhere, slow, reverent. She climbed into his lap, careful of his ribs, and felt him tremble beneath her. Not with weakness. With restraint. “Let go,” she whispered.

Then, without saying another word, Claire leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss. As our lips touched, I felt a spark of electricity run through me, sending shivers down my spine. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, but it was filled with a depth of emotion that left me breathless. I deepened the kiss, my tongue brushing against hers, and Claire responded eagerly, her lips parting to allow me to explore the warmth of her mouth.