Thousand Kisses Deep Novels & Stories

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.

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

I guess she thinks I can't hear her, since she's whispering, but I can hear her fully. Then our lips make contact. I grab her cheek in support, as our lips move in sync. I cannot believe this is happening. I'm kissing Heaven Martinez and I'm not pushing her away? I'm not feeling disgusted. I am feeling some sort of likeness, and it's scaring me. After a few seconds of kissing she taps my thigh, not knowing what she wants, I lift myself on top of her as she puts her hand on my lower back, almost touching my ass.

he said as he kissed my forehead and I could hear people clapping, I forgot people still stood there under the rain to watch us "kiss her come, yeah that's true kiss her, yes kiss her for she has forgiven you, that's right kiss her, kiss her, kiss her" people said clapping at the both of us, I stare at him as he looked at me deeply into my eyes then took his face nearer to mine as he kissed me slowly and gently under the rain, I wrapped my hand around his neck as I kissed him back deeply, the kiss was so deep that we even forgot people were watching, I felt his hand on my butt as he kissed me intensely

Getting into the act too, I brought my hands up and hook it around his neck. "It's show time." Tyler whispered, before bringing his lips down to mine. The kiss started out slow and light for a few seconds, before he thrust his tongue inside my mouth and deepen the kiss. Kissing Tyler reminded me of when I kissed him the first time. One, he tasted of mint and cigar and two, he was a really, damn good kisser! The first time I kissed him, I wasn't paying much attention to all that, but now for some unknown reason, I was. As we kiss, I have to steel myself to prevent from letting out a satisfied sigh. I would never give Tyler that satisfaction.

A soft moan escaped my throat as he pulled my body against his. Our lips parted and our tongues dashed in and out of each other’s mouths, filling me from head to toe with a tingling sensation. My heart was beating quickly now, filled with eagerness and lust. Every emotion and desire of the evening flowed through me. My hands moved across his face, pulling him as closely as possible. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him. I had spent so much time on bad dates and in bad relationships, and this one kiss was breaking the dam, allowing all of my passion to flow out of me. I could have kissed him like this for hours. Days. Months. I could have kissed him like this forever and never have grown

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

"I am unable to control myself." “I'm not complaining.’’ I said, pulling him for a hungry kiss. Frederick pulled me from the chair and shoved me down on the bed. Flipping me on my back he gave me multiple orgasms as his tongue was doing magical wonders to my damn clit. You know that feeling when he's thrusting his tongue deep inside?. Rising up, "You taste so fucking sweet, it's like centuries, since I had a taste of you.’’ He grinned before pressing his lips hard against mine. Hungrily kissing me. We let out moans while we kissed.

Worship disguised as possession. When he finally kissed her, it wasn’t tender. It was desperate. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting of rain and grief. Kimberly’s hands found his hair, tugging, grounding herself in the heat of him. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, their breaths tangled and uneven, as though the air itself had turned to fire. Kovoc’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their hearts or the things they’d buried.