Twilight Bella Edward Kiss Novels & Stories

Enzo asked, peering over at me. “I might get in trouble for coming back so late,” I told him, trying to remain serious and not smile. He reached over and touched my face gently. Then, he leaned closer and kissed me. This time, the kiss wasn’t sweet and simple like it had been in front of my father and Dee. This kiss was filled with hunger and lust; I could feel his desire for me, and it made my heart skip a beat. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I felt it growing loose until the strands were released from the ponytail holder and fell around my shoulders lazily.

he whispered, trailing kisses up my skin. His hand slid to the back of my neck, and before I could catch my breath, his mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was hungry,needy. Tongues clashing, teeth grazing, lips parting like we were trying to devour each other. I tasted myself on him, and it only made me wetter. His grip on my waist tightened, my nails digging into his shirt as he kissed me like he needed it to breathe. When he finally pulled back, both of us breathless, he stared at me,dark, sexy, smug. “Can you walk?”

“To remind me every moment that I’m yours? That I’m your *property*? Your slave? Your mistress?” My voice echoed in the room, raw and trembling. He just looked at me—silent, unreadable. And somehow, that silence screamed louder than any words. He moved in with slow, dangerous steps until his chest was flush against mine. The heat of his body pressed into me, his presence overwhelming and dark like a storm about to break. Before I could step back, he spun me around with swift force and twisted my wrist behind me. A sharp gasp escaped my lips. “Bella, bellaaaa,” he drawled against my ear, his voice laced with venom and warning. “You need to shut those pretty lips before I do it for you.”

One of his elbow was resting on the sofa’s arm rest while his other hand lay on his lap, tapping his fingers on them impatiently for some reason, not to mention his jawlines locked with a hard expression on his face. “See, simple. Now let’s play again.” Lianna finally broke the ice and motioned me to get back in the circle and I did as I was told, slightly wiping her spit away from my neck. Ugh, now I had to take a bath in holy water for the next two months. “Dare.” Raymond grinned confidently. “Kiss Edward,” one of the girls said and my eyes widened in shock as I looked at Edward and Raymond look at each other in disgust. “On the lips.”

"You don't have to be the one who—" "I am already the one," Elena said. Simply. Without drama. "I have been the one since the night I got that text message outside the Plaza Hotel. There is no version of this where I step back now." He looked at her. Then he reached up and straightened the compass necklace at her throat. The chain had twisted. He untwisted it with careful fingers and laid it flat against her collarbone. His fingers stayed there a moment longer than the task required. The city outside the window made its usual sounds.

“I…don’t understand…what happened? Has the event happened already?” “No, it hasn’t....and it doesn’t even have to anymore.” Maria giggles beside me. “I….dont…” “I understand, child.” She turns to Maria. “Please, show her.” Maria pulls me to a television, and I nearly fall in my steps. 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.

Suddenly, the kiss ended. Richard ended the kiss. But I wasn't done. My body wanted this more than ever. “No—” I cried, taking his head with my hands and claiming his lips with mine. It lasted longer than I thought a kiss would. The ground we started the kiss at became far away from us. In fact, Richard and I made out on a bed that belonged to Knight the next time my eyes opened. And now, something told me this was the right time to escape and leave.

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

Their parents and friends appear in the venue, they applaud upon witnessing Ezekiel’s proposal to his lover. He holds her face as Bella leans in to kiss him; his hands stroke her hair as he gradually devours her lips and kisses her even more ignoring everybody’s presence. ---

It was a short kiss, but full of raw passion. He had my seat-belt undone in an instant, picking me up in his arms and carrying me up the steps to the main entrance. Elijah opened the door, but that was the last I saw of him as Bastian carried me up the stairs and to his bedroom, kissing me the entire way.