Wednesday Kisses Novels & Stories

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

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.

Karen Goodwill feels embarrassed and wants to cover herself with her hand, but she feels that the gesture is even more embarrassing. Gordon Williams gazes intently at Karen Goodwill's body for a while, then smiles gently and leans down to kiss her face, her lips. Gordon Williams's kiss is gentle yet passionate, instantly rendering Karen Goodwill helpless, only able to respond with her hot and tender tongue. Feeling dissatisfied with kissing Karen Goodwill's lips, Gordon Williams admires her face for a while and then smiles while asking, "So, are you afraid I will find you ugly?" Karen Goodwill bites her lower lip, remaining silent, but her silence unintentionally exposes her feelings. Gordon

He whispered, his fingers tracing imaginary circles on my back. "You." I responded with a smile looking up at him. Wesley returned a smile small and leaned down, pressing his lips against mine before capturing them in a slow kiss. I wrapped my arms around me, ready to delve deeper into an enchanting world with him when a disturbing knock came on the door. Wesley chuckled when I groaned, leaning my forehead on his chest. "Duty calls." He moved back to grab a shirt while I opened the door to see a maid, standing outside.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

He grabbed her neck and deepened the kiss after not getting her answer. All this is new to her. Ace Denzell has never even smiled and talked to her before today, when he knew she was going to his future wife - the future queen of the Dark Shadow Coven. She knows why he has done this today, but who cares now? She also wraps her arms around him. She feels her heart skip a beat for the first time today because of his actions. She doesn't resist, instead giving herself to his every movement. The feeling of her skin beneath his palm was addicting. The sensation made her feel alive again, not as if she had been dead in a coffin for centuries.

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

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

I make a boring face to him. "Ughh do you need too?" I ask. "Yes." "Fine what it is?" "Kiss me." My mouth opens wide when he said that. Kiss him? No way! "So?" "No! I don't want it." "Well, then we will stay a night here." I look at him in disbelief. "I can take a taxi. So see you tomorrow at work." I said and walk pass him but he grabs my wrist and smashed his lips on mine. I am completely shocked. Like totally. He kisses me for the third time today. Oh my god...

I whisper. He reaches up. Cups my face with one hand. His palm is warm. His thumb brushes my cheekbone. “Zara,” he says. Just my name. Nothing else. And then he kisses me. It’s soft. Gentle. Almost careful. His lips against mine, asking a question I don’t know how to answer. I kiss him back. And something shifts. This isn’t practice. This isn’t business. This is Adrian Knight kissing me like he’s been wanting to for weeks and finally gave himself permission.