Thrown Kiss Novels & Stories

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

I gripped the side of her face before leaning closer and colliding my lips with hers. The sweet taste of her lips made me slip my tongue hungrily into her mouth. She held me tightly, moaning softly against my lips as she kissed me back. My hands trailed down her waist until they landed on her ass. I gave it a firm squeeze, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. I slowly lifted the long gown she was wearing, my fingers grazing her soft skin until I reached her bare thigh. I gave it a gentle squeeze before sliding my hand higher, gripping her ass firmly.

Ashton leaned in slowly, savoring the anticipation of our kiss, wanting every moment to be perfect. Our lips met, and time seemed to slow down around us. The world faded away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of our connection. Ashton's kiss was a revelation, a gentle exploration of passion and devotion. He poured all his love into it, conveying the depth of his feelings without saying a word. My heart fluttered like a thousand butterflies, and I surrendered myself completely to the embrace of his lips. I felt the warmth of his love radiating through the touch of our mouths. Our breaths danced in harmony, and every nerve in my body tingled with delight.

I had my hands on her hips and I followed her moves. I placed my hands on her hips, and gripped into them. All I could really focus on was her ass up a gainst my cock,because I was a fifteen year-old guy. But then I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up, and I saw the girl that Kira called Audrina staring at me as she had her arms wrapped around Andre’s. Her gaze was filled with rage. Something about that made me smile. I pulled Kira’s hair back, and I kissed her on the neck. “Thanks for the dance,” I told her, “I’m going to go smoke.”

His hand gripped the side of my face and he leaned in, about to kiss me. * SMACK! * My hand flew instinctively to his cheek, slapping the life out of him. The sound echoed through the auditorium as everyone gasped in terror. Judah just stared at me with eyes wide open. "Taya? What's going on, dear?" Mrs. Zee's voice cut through the dead silence. "He tried to kiss me!" "Well, duh," he said shamelessly. "Why'd you do that for?!" "It says it on the script, Jack and Rose kissed," he said, pointing to a part on the script.

And together, we bank on that, leaning further in until my hips hover just above his. The entire arena stops, as did I……waiting for him to make the next move. Time passes agonizingly slowly. Just when I think he’s not going to do it, he slams his lips against mine in a kiss that feels too real.

At least I try. His fingers only tighten like a warning. I’ve never known a kiss could feel so deep it carves its name into your bones. The kind that steals the air from your lungs, leaves your knees trembling like autumn leaves caught in the wind. A kiss that isn’t just lips on lips—but a collision of souls, a supernova behind shuttered eyelids. The kind that doesn’t ask for permission, only takes, only claims, leaving fingerprints on the very marrow of your being.

And so, their journey continued, fueled by the power of forgiveness, the strength of their bond, and the unwavering belief in the transformative power of love. Their lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate embrace that spoke volumes of their shared desire and the depths of their love. It was a moment of pure surrender, a fusion of souls intertwined in a symphony of tenderness and longing. Their kiss lingered, each second a testament to the unbreakable bond they had forged.