Wall Kisses Novels & Stories

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

Her face was so small that his palm could easily cover half of it. He kissed her lightly, once, then again. Lena was forced to tilt her head upward, her hands clutching at his collar, and her lips parted involuntarily. His other hand slid to her waist, guiding her back until she was pressed against the wall, unable to retreat. This kiss was gentler than any she had ever experienced. When she let out a soft whimper, Alaric opened his eyes halfway, still leaning against her lips. His gaze flicked down to her, taking in her tightly shut eyes and the way her fingers gripped his shirt with all her strength.

Rihanna held Elias's hands tightly as he approached. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness, knowing that this moment could change everything between them. "Elias," she called softly, cupping his face with her hands. Slowly, she leaned in and kissed him, a short but passionate kiss that left them both breathless. They broke the embrace only after the old Luna cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the other wolves who had been watching with curious eyes.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

The words, simple yet profound, touched her deeply. With those words, Vincent claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Just like before, Isla was consumed by his fiery intensity. She lost all resistance, surrendering completely to her husband's desires. His kisses were a whirlwind of emotions, a mixture of passion, tenderness, and a lifetime of unspoken promises.

So when she looked up, their eyes met, and Wade’s lips were a quiver away from touching hers. Wade’s lips did quiver and he was able to place a very small, clumsy kiss on her lips before Alessa snapped back. “Sorry, I—I shouldn’t have—I misunderstood,” Wade whispered. “It’s—okay.” Alessa touched her lips, making sure this small act wouldn’t erase the feeling of Kyle’s lips. It hadn’t. Thank god.

He gave me his million dollar smile , "I never thought I'll see the day when Emem yonas voluntarily kisses me on the lips." I let out a huge smile. "It wasn't a kiss, but a peck. And. It. Was. On. Your. Cheeks. Stop imagining things." "My imaginations could actually become a manifestation." He locked eyes with mine, " Wishes still come to pass, you know." Tuly now. "Well then, close your eyes. Eros, about to grant your request." "Really?" He said shutting his eyes. "Shut up, Stormwind, and let me kiss you with the kisses of my lips." I said and brought down my lips slowly on his.

The room seemed to hold its breath, the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of them, lost in this moment of connection. Victor's hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer, his touch possessive yet tender. Martha melted into him, her body molding to his, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. The kiss was slow, a dance of tongues and teeth, a battle of wills and desires. It was a kiss that promised passion, that teased at the depths of their connection, that left her breathless and aching for more.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean