Total Drama Island Kisses Novels & Stories

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.

Strong, earnest, almost out of breath, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce urgency. At first, just like what often happened, Isla struggled to keep up with her husband's way of kissing her. His passion was overwhelming, his intensity breathtaking. She felt herself getting lost in the moment, drowning in the sheer force of his desire. His kisses were a whirlwind, leaving her breathless and dizzy.

The next, his mouth was crashing down on Isabella's with all the desperate hunger he'd been restraining since the day she signed his contract. The kiss was violent and messy and nothing like the tender fantasy he'd tormented himself with. His hands tangled in her hair, destroying the elegant updo she'd worn to the gala. Her nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt, pulling him closer, demanding more. She tasted like champagne and frustration and home. Dante walked her backward until she hit the wall, his body caging hers, his mouth never leaving hers. Four months of tension exploded between them—every heated glance, every accidental touch, every moment of pretending they didn't want to

he said‚ giving me a quick‚ apologetic smile before stepping out into the hallway. Dalia was sleeping soundly on the couch now‚ her breaths deep and even. Isabella stayed fixed on the series‚ completely absorbed in the plot. Isaac moved in an instant. When no one was watching‚ he grabbed the back of my neck‚ his grip firm and possessive‚ and slammed his lips onto mine. The kiss was fierce and demanding‚ his tongue pushing past my lips to claim my mouth. His other hand boldly went into my gown‚ sliding up my side until it reached my breast.

The night ended with Alex walking Isla to her car, and as they stood by the door, he leaned in to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I hope this isn't the last time we see each other," he said, his voice low and inviting. Isla inhaled sharply and drew forward, closing the space between them. “Kiss me,” she demanded, locking eyes with him. Without hesitating, Alex wrapped his hands around her waist and sealed his lips with her. Their kiss quickly went from a gentle one to one of hunger. Alex kissed her like she was a delicacy he couldn't wait to devour. They pulled away from each other breathlessly.

Then his low growl in response. I froze. Should’ve walked away. Should’ve protected what little dignity I had left. Instead, I crept forward. The study door wasn’t fully closed. I peered through the gap and my stomach dropped. Dominic was flirting with Kelsey, Isabella’s sister, on his desk. Her dark curls spilled across his papers as he kissed her neck, her collarbone, her lips. Those curls, so much like Isabella’s. Her hands clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer.

Her breath caught, and she turned her head slightly to meet his lips with her own. The kiss started out tender, slow, almost like they were testing the waters. But then, something shifted. A spark ignited between them, and the kiss deepened. Daniel’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Tasha responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips. The rhythm of their kiss grew more insistent, more urgent.

she whispered to him, suppressing the moan that tried to escape from her lips. In a nanosecond, Francis carried her with his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, finally claiming her lips. He moaned from the kiss, as he felt so hot from it. Everytime he kissed her, it was as if fire and ice met and both succumbed to the pressure, becoming one. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, tasting her as both tongues fought for dominance. It felt as if it was the first time kissing her and it seems she had gotten better than before.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

I lied, rolling my eyes, not wanting her to know I just had a hot, lingering kiss from Alessio. Isabella sat beside me, her usual naughty grin playing on her lips. "Let me guess: you shared a deep kiss with Don Alessio, right?" she asked, smiling with her eyes, like someone watching a romantic scene unfolding in a K-drama. When I didn’t answer, Isabella took my silence for a yes and squealed in excitement, as if she was the one being kissed by her long-time crush. "I wish I had been there to witness every moment. Since Don Alessio is so good in bed, he must be a good kisser, right?" Isabella leaned closer to me, her eyebrows dancing as she waited for my reply.