Then I Kissed Her Novels & Stories

Tanner admired her resilience and ability to recover her strength quickly after being so upset. Moved by the moment, Tanner leaned in and kissed her. This time, he initiated it, the kiss tender and sweet, a silent affirmation of their connection and the reassurance she needed.

Each kiss was a promise, a reassurance that he was there for her, no matter how much she doubted herself. Finally, he captured her lips with his, their mouths moving together in a sweet, lingering kiss. The taste of her tears mingled with the warmth of his affection, creating an intimate connection that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with understanding, compassion, and an unyielding love that transcended her fears. “You are here with me in my life; that’s enough for me,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and sincere. The sincerity in his words wrapped around her heart, making her feel cherished and valued.

“What do we do Ian” I kissed her palm “I don’t know.”

“Nothing.” “You took my knife,” she slurs, “I want my kiss, Alpha Kingston.” She says, but the way she refers to me as Alpha is different from the other day, there’s more familiarity in it. I kiss her on the side of her mouth, the way she’s looking at me makes my heart race. If I kiss her now, I won’t stop, I’ll owe Rowan a full car detail and some he’ll owe me money for the show he’d see.

she said. Her voice was not angry, concerned rather. She still wore the candy white skirt over a blue tight tee. Kane sighed and moved deliberately towards her. Without a warning, he picked her up tightly against his chest and kissed her. She kissed back. With her feet outstretched she swept the door and bit into his lip.

She was visibly in shock. “I’m as serious as a heart attack here. If you must know, we only kissed, and I made the move for that. I’m sure he would still be shocked on why I decided to kiss him when what he wanted was a hug” “Oh, you dog!” She giggled. “I watched on as the news of me kissing Adam made her get excited. In her head, she could already visualize how it all went. “Can I go to bed now, please?” I said, tiredly.

I just kissed her. Hard. Rough. Deep.

Kingston I kissed her. Not gentle. Not careful. It was everything I’d held back. Everything I’d denied myself. I poured it all into her lips: my agony, my hunger, my love. She gasped against my mouth, her hands finding my chest, then curling into my shirt. She kissed me back with a force that nearly buckled my knees. It wasn’t enough.

She glances at her phone again. My mind races with options, knowing she'll be leaving soon, and I might not see her for a while. "Wait," I say firmly as she turns to leave. She looks at me. "Kiss me." She doesn't hesitate, covering the distance between us, her face level with mine. The scent of her perfume wafts through my nose, eerily familiar. Memories flicker in my head as her lips touch mine. I recognize the sensation; I've performed this act numerous times with her. I know her taste, the softness and pliability of her lips against mine. I've explored every corner of her mouth, my tongue navigating its sweetness.

she hisses. She goes in the direction of Gideon, grabs his face, and kisses him. And that's when I see red, and that's when I lose it.