Wednesday Kisses Novels & Stories

His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, as if he was savoring the moment before fully committing to the kiss. Avery's breath hitched as their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss. Cruz's lips were soft and warm, moving against hers with a gentle but insistent pressure. The kiss was a dance, a slow and sensual exploration of each other's desires. It was as if Cruz was pouring all of his emotions into that kiss, letting her feel the depth of his affection and the intensity of his feelings.

she breathed against his lips, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Ray froze for a moment, his eyes locking with hers. Then, with a tenderness that made her heart ache, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, her cheek, her lips. "I love you too," he whispered back. The rest of the world faded away as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Every kiss, every touch, was filled with a sense of urgency, as if they were trying to make up for all the time they’d lost.

This is for repaying you for missing the concert "I whispered as I pulled him close to me and placed my lips on his Can't believe I am the one now kissing a gay I closed my eyes and CJ took over by forcing his tongue on mine as we both kissed

And…panties melted. “So.” I took a breath when I looked up at him because he stepped even closer, only a breath away. “We’re…We’re really going to…?” I turned too breathless to finish the question. He grinned wolfishly. “Oh yeah,” he answered. “We’re definitely going to.” When his lips pressed against mine, a buzz of desire ricocheted through me with startling awareness. Why were his kisses so freaking potent? I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more.

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

I felt a hot tear leak out, burning as it slipped down my cheek. Owen nodded slowly. "I understand." He reached out and wiped the tear from my face with his thumb, cradling my jaw in his hand. His eyes shone with tears as he leaned forward and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and tried to put every detail of it into my memory. The way his lips were soft against mine, the taste of his skin, the warmth of his hand, the smell of his cologne. I mentally cataloged it, trying to secure it in my mind so I would forever remember it.

Three months after the first canceled wedding, I was having coffee with Alexander at our favorite café. It had become a weekly ritual—every Thursday morning before work, we’d meet at the small French café on the corner of Fifth and Main for an hour to catch up. The place had become our sanctuary, with its exposed brick walls, mismatched vintage furniture, and the perpetual smell of fresh-ground coffee beans and butter croissants. I’d started looking forward to these mornings more than I wanted to admit. They were the one constant in my life that didn’t involve drama or disappointment or having to walk on eggshells around someone’s feelings.

that’s the infamous grandma Lucas is so scared of…. Adonis looks at her with a strange expression, pursing his lips. He still hasn’t uttered a word, and it confuses me. Is he so high on ego that he does not think anyone else is worthy of his voice? He grimaces, turns from his grandmother to glare at me, and with one hard glare, he taps three times. “Mr Thornewood has agreed…but on one condition.” Mr. Richards says again, speaking for Adonis. “What is it?” “He wants Miss Venus in the kissing booth with him.”

And his gaze pleading with me to reprimand him, even if just a little. Once he was given the opening, I was the one who lost control. Even the kiss on my lips felt more demanding than before. Usually, it could make me feel hot and cold, but now? He said that between our kisses, he missed the softness of my lips so much. I pouted. What a lie, right? Just admit that he was tempted to keep kissing me relentlessly. His lips not touching mine for three days, how could he bear it? "You might get sick, Joice." Cedric released the demanding kiss slowly. I was genuinely struggling to keep up.

023. Their lips collided in a passionate crash, sending shivers down her spine. Axel's kiss was intense, all-consuming, and utterly intoxicating. His tongue teased hers, igniting a fire that spread through her veins like wildfire. As he deepened the kiss, Amber's thoughts dissolved into chaos. Her heart pounded, her senses reeled, and her body melted into his. She was lost in the storm of sensations, unable to escape the torrent of desire he unleashed. Axel's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers intertwining with hers as he explored the depths of her mouth. The world around them dissolved, leaving only the thrum of their racing hearts and the sweet, sweet torture of their kiss.