Twilight Bella Edward Kiss Novels & Stories

“I'll come back for you.” Lisa can't even respond as he kisses her, she kisses him back. Some pull she has to him when he kissed her. A feeling she couldn't explain when her eyes shut close. But she pulls away almost immediately, she pushes him away. She can't believe she just kissed another man who isn't James in their home. She doesn't even know him. He smirks and grazes his finger on his lips while looking at her. “Next time I kiss you, you won't be pulling back.”

I wanted him to know that I could never forget that or him. I felt heady after the kiss when he pulled away. My breathing was heavy and my eyes hazed. Ethan’s hair was tousled, his shirt ruffled, but his blue-green eyes were light and clearer than ever before. They were staring straight at me, making my legs tremble. His thumb brushed over my cheek and he whispered, “Why are you crying, Bella?” I blinked up at him. Ethan. I kissed Ethan. “I kissed you.” “You did.”

Felix said. "Honey, I'm fine with whatever you give me right now because I'm not like any other girl Felix. I want you and I obviously want this to work out between us!" Bella insisted as she aimed to kiss Felix but he was quick to move out of her way before she could shove her lips to his.

Bella gasped in shock, almost crying out, “Calvin!” Calvin looked up at her reflection in the mirror for a few seconds before leaning in, capturing her chin and kissing her lips deeply, swallowing her protests and shyness. With her hands forced to support her body and her lips sealed by his kiss, Bella had no choice but to follow his rhythm. Perhaps the inability to see the mirror lessened her embarrassment and unease, her body slowly heating up, and broken, vague sounds escaping from the corners of her mouth, indicating she was gradually getting lost in pleasure.

I answered. I engulfed her lips in a deep kiss. We kissed so passionately, entangling our lips and tongues. She held onto me tightly, moaning into the kiss. She gripped my shoulders, deepening the kiss. In a few seconds, we were on the bed, kissing, teasing, licking, tormenting. It was as though we could not get enough of each other. I knelt between her legs, staring into her eyes, “I love you, Bella,” I said, softly.

She gently moved her hand to express her gratitude to this person. The person then grabbed her hand. Bella then silently thanked him in her mind and lost her consciousness. Bella was in a deep sleep. Suddenly, she felt two soft hands caressing her head, and one of them was holding her hand gently. These touches felt very magical and familiar to Bella. Bella immediately opened her eyes and saw her mother caressing her head and her father holding her hand. As soon as she saw her parents, tears came to Bella's eyes. She was overcome with happiness. Seeing her daughter open her eyes and look at them, Bella's parents smiled.

It glowed faintly for a second, then dimmed. “Alright,” I said. “Show me what you’ve got.” She looked hesitant, like I’d asked her to dance naked in front of a crowd. “Come on, Bella. You channeled fae magic straight into a bunch of rogue vampires last month. Don’t tell me you’re shy now.” “I didn’t mean to do that,” she said. “Well, today you will mean it. That’s the point.” She closed her eyes, took a breath, and lifted her hand. For a second, I saw it; faint light gathering in her fingertips, a kind of soft pulse. But then it fizzled, sputtering out like a candle in the rain.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

“I won’t let him hurt you.” Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was slow and tender and completely unexpected. Kayla’s eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into him, her hands resting on his chest as the world around them faded away. They were so lost in each other that neither of them heard the sound of footsteps on the asphalt, or the soft click of a camera shutter capturing the moment in perfect detail.