Tom Hiddleston Kissing Novels & Stories

My face, along with Adonis’s, is plastered all over it on the news, but that isn’t what makes me stop; it’s the headlines and the playing video… On the screen is the video of Adonis and me from earlier; our kiss is all over the news, the way it happened, the way he held onto me, the angry clash of our lips, and the words. ‘IS THE THORNEWOOD BILLIONAIRE HEIR FINALLY OUT OF THE CLOSET? OR WAS HE NEVER IN IT? WHO IS THE BEAUTY HE SEEMS TO HAVE HIS TONGUE DOWN HER THROAT? WE ARE ALL EAGER TO FIND OUT, AND ARE WAITING FOR THE COMPANY TO SHED LIGHT ON THIS MATTER.’

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.

“By the power vested in me, I then declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!” Logan and I gravitate like magnets toward one another's open arms, and our lips meet in a simple act of love. We kiss, starting our new life together in an act of love. I can't think of a better way to begin. Logan's brother Aiden whoops, and Maddy wolf-whistles. Tyler is busy looking everywhere but at the two of us. Someday, he'll kiss a girl like this and not find it quite so intimidating. The thought makes me smile.

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.

Rashka said and knelt down beside her. He held her chin softly and tilted her head up so he could have access to her lips. He murdered some words under his breath before planting a soft kiss on her lips. Rashka didn't only have the power to take lives in his kiss. He also has the power to restore. A subtle warmth spread from Rashka's lips to Reyana's, suffusing her body with a soft glow. Her chest rose and fell more steadily, and after a tense moment, her eyelids fluttered open.

He kissed her forehead. "If I don't come back," he said, "I want you to know that these three years were the best years of my life. Because they were the years I got to love you. Not as a weapon. Not as a spy. Just as you. Just as the woman who chose vulnerability over power." Lena couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything except hold him. "Come back with me," she whispered. "I will," Dominic said. "We both will." But as they held each other in the darkness of the facility, Lena understood the truth that no one was saying out loud:

Anna said "Shut up dude, you're going to freak her out" Dawney said hitting her on the head. Zenith forced a smile on her face. "And who do we have here; if it isn't Dawney" a girl from nearby says. Zenith looks at her, noticing how beautiful and fully developed she is in the right places. The girl walks up to them, giving Dawney a kiss on the cheeks. "And who is this " the girl said walking up to Zenith.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

I kissed her lightly on her lips and ordered a couple of drinks for us. We flirted with each other all throughout the evening. We both enjoyed sharing some kisses not minding the people watching us. I had to have her tonight or I'll lose my mind. So I decided to bring her to my place. We went to the next building and I had a friend take us to my place with his chopper. All throughout the flight we continued to kiss while I try to remain in control. I could feel myself wanting to taste her. My fangs keep protruding every time my mouth kisses the pulsing veins on her neck. But I stay focused on her enjoying our kisses and panting every time I stop kissing her.

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my