Wednesday Kisses Novels & Stories

The kind of warning you gave someone you expected to ignore because the real plan was already moving before the message arrived. Dominic's arm shifted. He said something low in his sleep that might have been her name. She looked at him in the dark. The cut on his jaw. The slow rise of his chest. Eleven minutes. That was how long she had stood on that corner before his car turned onto the street three years ago. She had thirty days now. For the first time in her career, the math didn't feel like enough. Her phone lit up again. Another message from Reza. No photograph. Just three words that pushed the air slowly out of her lungs. She has orders.

And Phil set me up with this guy. Before I could drown the information, Wesley sat close to me, his hands trailing up my arms. His nose trails along mine before his lips part, and his mouth finds mine. His kisses are tender, his hands slowly trailing down my body. Before I know it, my back is to the bed, and his belt is ripped from his jeans. My thighs parts as he sheaths himself and enters me. “I missed you.” He breathes between kisses. One thing I adore about Wesley is the way he kisses me. I’ve trained him to use his tongue the way I like. It’s slow and steady while our bodies are hurried and rushed, needing the connection as fast as we can get it.

She was beautiful just as she was. Thirdie found himself wanting to kiss her, but he feared waking her. So, he looked out the window, ignoring Jeff and the butler waiting outside. The sight of her lips seemed to invite him, and he leaned in, brushing them lightly against hers. The kiss was gentle, shallow just enough. Kathalina shifted slightly but didn’t wake up. He drew back a little, resting against the seat with his eyes closed.

She could sense his tender affection for her. Adrian lifted a hand to gently cradle the back of her head. It was much later when he finally started to kiss her more deeply. Gradually, the kiss grew heated. She could sense the fervent longing in his kiss, so she responded with just as much passion. She'd missed help a great deal as well. Not a single moment went by without her missing him. Even though Stephanie had kept herself constantly occupied with work, she knew in her heart of hearts that she missed him every second of every day.

She leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a collision. A desperate, hungry claiming. His lips were firm and real against hers, tasting of salt and a familiar, long-forgotten spice. He responded instantly, his arms tightening around her, one hand tangling in her hair, the other pressing into the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. The kiss deepened, frantic and passionate. When they finally broke apart, both gasping for air, the world came rushing back in. The reality of who he was—Adrian, her boss crashed into the raw, desperate need of the moment. But looking into his eyes, seeing the familiar fire reflected there, she didn't care. All she knew was that for

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

I kept mute. He smiled, and the air between us seemed to spark with energy. Suddenly, he leaned forward and kissed me gently on the forehead. The kiss was soft and gentle, but it sent a thrill through my spine and I immediately had goosebumps. I closed my eyes, for some reason I was lost in the moment, and when I opened them again, Iskander was looking at me with an intensity that I had never seen before. I felt like I was falling into a dream, and I didn't want to wake up.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It should,” she said. “Because now the story makes sense.” There again… “story”. I’m really starting to dislike that word. Like my life had somehow turned into something people could pick apart and explain like it belonged to them. I ended the call after a bit and lowered my phone slowly, then looked at Damon. “Well,” I said, “I guess this just got more complicated.” “If anything,” he said, “it got easier.” I frowned. “Easier?” “You have a reason now,” he replied. “People won’t question the kiss as much.”

“Don’t talk anymore. Just lay in my arms and sleep “He then kissed her forehead and Caroline had no choice but to try to get some sleep. When she woke up in the morning, Wesley was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she left a note that said “I am off to West city for an important meeting. I will see you soon. I love you.” She had a lot of questions that she wanted to ask him but she figured out that Wesley will never tell her anything. If he wanted to talk, he would have explained to her what the hell was going on in his life. He was even doing her a favor for letting her know where he was headed. Even though, she knew that he would most probably disappear for some time, she didn’t allow herself

In the rest room, Westley placed Jordan on the bed and immediately kissed her. Jordan's wedding dress was heavy, and she couldn't struggle. She could only desperately punch his shoulders. Westley held her hands tightly, kissing her deeper. Eventually, her lipstick was completely smudged. Jordan breathed heavily, realizing that his hand had slipped under her wedding skirt, and her eyes widened in shock. "Westley!"