Wednesday Kisses Novels & Stories

Said the chauffeur. “You can help me with that if you don’t mind”. I slipped on my glasses. The chauffeur turned on the stereo, and then came a gentle blast of ‘Hello’, by Adele, filling up the silence in the car, and, I loved that calm motherly voice with which Adele dealt some justice to the pretty instrumentals. I rested my head against the seat’s headrest, and shot a smile at a signpost which read; ‘welcome to Guts Island’, But then came a flash of my ex-husband’s face on the fourth night of the previous month, drunk and scary, yelling and lowering towards my panicked face, making me sit up and gasp for air.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax.

Like he was asking permission to breathe. Adia’s heart was in her throat. 45 days left. Rules broken. The whole city watching. “Yes,” she whispered. The Kiss It wasn’t like in movies. It was slow. Careful. Like they were both afraid if they moved too fast it would shatter. His hand came up to her face. Thumb under her jaw. His mouth met hers and it wasn’t heat. It was relief. It was 45 days of 3:17AM tea and grocery runs and “Ka” and board meetings and Elise’s DMs and pretending this was just a contract.

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

I can take a guess on what that was considering they work for the Death Kings. Weston walks over picking me up and carrying me to the loveseat, sitting with me in his lap. “Good morning, beautiful. Where’s my morning sugar?” I giggle at his words but kiss him away. It’s this sweet tender kiss which was different from Arson’s burning one and Lachlan’s toe curling one. There is this strange undercurrent between him and I, as if I stream of electricity sits just below the surface, waiting to strike. Ransom walks in with his black hair slicked back away his face from running his hand through it. He bends down giving me a demanding kiss that wills me to dive into darkness with him. To be envelope

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.

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.