Thrown Kiss Novels & Stories

Instead, he leaned in, as if he had been waiting for this moment too. Our lips met in a kiss that was both tender and explosive. It was a kiss filled with pent-up desire, a release of emotions that had been simmering for far too long. My lips parted, inviting him in, and Anton's tongue danced with me, igniting a fire in my belly. I moaned softly, the sound a mixture of relief and pure pleasure.

I already missed the feeling of his touch, and I welcomed his lips with a delightfully pounding heart. Rominic chuckled softly against my mouth, before slowly, deeply, taking possession of my lips. This kiss was more intense than the first, lacking the urgency of lust, but abundant with love and passion, making my knees collapse from under me. Luckily, Rominic was quick to catch me, effortlessly lifting me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he supported me by my bottom.

“A kiss is a gesture of affection and tenderness. It usually involves touching your lips to someone else's lips.” My heart skipped a beat, and a wave of curiosity and desire washed over me. I didn't know why, but suddenly, I wanted to experience a kiss too. “I want to do that.” Hunter frowned, seeming a bit reluctant. “Fierce, it's not as cool as it sounds. It's an intimate gesture, and we shouldn't take it lightly.” I nodded, determined to follow my instincts. “Even so, I want to.” I smiled, determined to experience everything the human world had to offer, even if it wasn't “as cool.” Hunter approached me, and I could feel his warm breath against my lips. I closed my eyes and leaned in towa

Her kiss felt like a reaffirmation of her commitment, a declaration that she was willing to face the consequences alongside me. As our lips remained locked, my initial astonishment gave way to a deepening connection. I wrapped my arms around her, reciprocating the intensity of the moment. The world around us faded into insignificance as we lost ourselves in the unexpected passion that had ignited between us. As I complied with Theda's permitting expression, I allowed myself to be drawn deeper into the kiss, our connection intensifying. We became lost in the moment, our lips locked in a passionate embrace. Only when the sound of clapping filled the environment did Theda quickly break apart as

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

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.

She stated and suddenly kissed me. That was the first time my lips touched hers. I've kissed so many women in my lifetime but she was unforgettable. The kissed we shared was slow and sensual. We kissed so deep like our lives depend on it. Our clothes were being discarded as our kiss continued to deepen. Then she moaned and called out another man's name. I stopped kissing her and lay her in bed. She was fast asleep after a few minutes. I couldn't help but watch her sleeping. I watch her sleep the entire evening. When I saw the sun was already up I left her alone. I left a note - thanks for the wonderful night.

His request hung in the air, charged with anticipation. Without hesitation, Kazia leaned up, her lips meeting his in a gentle yet electrifying kiss. It was a promise of the future, a pledge of loyalty and love that bound them together. In that moment, the weight of her past seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

This kiss blew that kiss out of the water. This was a waterfall kiss. His lips were firm and confident, his tongue tasting and caressing like he couldn't get enough of my taste. I moaned softly, whimpering at his sensual touch that was driving me wild. I'd never been kissed like this before. Finally, I was getting to kiss Leo. My Leo, the man I had loved for years. And here was the proof that he cared for me right back. My hand caressed his jaw, feeling the end of day stubble that rasped against my lips. I loved how masculine and strong he was.