Thirteen Kissing Scenes Novels & Stories

She couldn't fathom what the answer to her unsettling resolve was and her facial expression just asked the question she was supposed to voice out. Harrison subtly held his left hand out and placed it on her chin as he pulled her closer to himself there eyes interlocking in a mind throbbing gaze. When Harrison was sure enough she wouldn't refuse him at that moment, he pulled her face closer to his again and tilted his head to the side a bit before letting his soft lips crash into her passion fruit flavored lips. Katherina had let herself falter into his hold and she responded to his kiss. She allowed him to roll his sweet tongue into her mouth and she knew her way around that gagging process

"Excuse her! Is it the play that George has invested in? Tell George to put some pressure on the director. She must excuse herself! Which b*stard dares to shoot a kissing scene with my sister? I'll chop his mouth off! At this moment, the actor who was to act with the leading actress felt a sudden chill run down his spine. As if something was wrong with his body. Not long after Sigrid finished speaking, George's mobile phone began to vibrate. Then, he replied while glancing at Sigrid. Sigrid knew that Christin must have sent him messages. Christin had texted: Is there a kissing scene in my sister's movie? Go and tell the director about canceling the scene or find a substitute to do the kissin

I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more. He fisted my hair in both his hands and backed me toward the sofa. When the backs of my knees hit the cushions, I began to lower myself, and he came with me most of the way until suddenly, he broke the kiss to pull back and study me. The moment my spine hit the couch with my hair splaying around my face, he grinned and set a knee between mine while burying one of his hands in my hair. He began to lower himself on top of me before stopping a few inches from contact. His gaze fell to my mouth. “What’s your favorite movie?”

"What is wrong with you guys? You two can't even act a simple kiss scene properly. They are saying goodbye. Goodbye. Understand? The goodbye kiss has to be done with a bit of sadness. But look how you two kissed? Each of you closed your eyes tightly, as if you were forced to kiss. Do you want the audience to watch your horrible acts?" The Goddess of My Adoration crew burst into laughter. Kisa's face reddened with anxiety and embarrassment, and Roy's face also turned slightly red.

Chapter 1 I had been staring at the script for almost an hour, reading and rereading the same damn page, and the line still felt stiff on my tongue. Tomorrow we had to shoot a pivotal scene, the one where I finally kiss Marissa’s character for the first time. On paper it was simple, a kiss. But in my head it was pressure. The director wanted it real, not some half-assed peck. He wanted emotion, heat and connection, fuck that director, our chemistry was already strong, I don't really understand why we have to kiss again.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

He said. Geez! I forgot. Every time there is a kissing scene, he will be able to kiss me. I put 10+ kissing scenes there, it was not because I wanted his lips on mine but the story requires it. There are some spicy scenes too. I hope that wasn't counted. "You just kissed me. Are you an addict to my lips?" I asked. Instead of answering. He gave a stare on my lips. "If I said no, I would be lying." I quickly turn away. "That lips of yours are soft, comfortable enough for my lips to land on."

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

Sparse gray hair framed her gaunt, elderly face. When she saw Marigold and me walking hand in hand, with Daniel, now toddling along, her lifeless, dull eyes suddenly flared with astonishment. It was like a brief flicker of life in a dying flame. I smiled before saying, "Ms. Callaghan, I almost forgot to tell you—today marks 23 years since Mari and I met. Don't you think it's a wonderful day to celebrate?" "You… You…" Florence stammered, but no coherent words came out.

Killian reaches out and supports Sebastian before he hits his head on the headboard, still locking their lips in a heated kiss. Killian’s hands move from seb’s back to carasess his cheeks gently. Time seems to slow down as they continue their passionate kiss, consuming each other's glory. This time Sebastian can feel the difference. He didn't know a kiss could taste so different each time but Killian is ready to make him explore things he never knew existed. Their lips move in perfect harmony. Even though the kiss may seem sloppy and messy from his end, Killian has it covered. He seems to master the art of kissing and setting Sebastian's heart on fire while it burns with newly found desire.