When Lies Kissed Romance Novels & Stories

Damn, Jenea Kim! "Are you hard on me, Liesel?" She run her hand from my stomach down to my member but before she can even touch it I managed to hold her hand "Don't do something you will regret after, Jenea." I seriously said Instead of receiving an answer, I received a sensual and hungry kiss from her. "Hmm." She moaned when I bite her lower and took that opportunity to slid my tongue to her mouth We kissed like no tomorrow. She started to grind her private parts for my member, making it even harder. Why am I at the bottom?!

What if he lied just to create differences between them both? Adrian seemed to interpret her needs, kissing her gently, passion ready to flash at any moment, but he kept it banked. This kiss was different. This kiss made promises far more personal than all the other combined. He showed her his inner desire for her, his increasing need for her with his mouth and hands, caressing her face, sucking on her bottom lip, cupping one breast and stroking her nipple through the silk of her dress. He broke the kiss but didn’t move away, his lips grazing hers when he spoke. “I want you, Liz.”

"If I die, I want it to be next to you, fighting for this world until our last breath." He kisses me then, his lips attacking mine with all of Jax's desperation and need. Luca and I have kissed hundreds of times before, but I have to admit that there's always something different when we kiss on set. Maybe it's because we both give ourselves over so fully to our characters, that we live and breathe Jax and Isabel in these moments. But there's a life to these kisses that doesn't quite extend to the ones we share as ourselves, as Luca and Emilia, the engaged couple.

Killian wipes them away with his thumbs and kisses my lips slowly, sensing my resolve weakening. " I love you, Layla," he whispered. " I love you," I choked up and crashed my lips on his. My wolf howled in ecstasy. The kiss was passionate but sweet and gentle. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I received him, our tongues playing together. My fingers ran to touch his hair, enjoying the silkness beneath my fingers. I moaned in his mouth as the fire on my body spread. He pulled away and smiled at me, kissing my lips again.

No All lies Deep down, I knew why I wanted to kiss him. Despite my denials, the truth was that my heart longed for him. I had begun to fall for the one person I should never have. Each day and night, I had dreamed of stabbing him in the heart and holding his cold body in my hands. But I couldn’t admit that. So, I simply said, “Because I choose to.” He scoffed, his gaze piercing deep into my eyes, and then he said, “Since you want to lie, then allow me to return the kiss just because I choose to.” Before I could react, he crashed his lips onto mine.

I was taken aback by her kiss but soon I snaked my arm around her waist pulling her more into me then I slipped my hand in her hair deepening the kiss. We were kissing like there is no tomorrow. It was filled with passion, desire, lust, anger, and love. She pulled away and stared at me. "Sorry, for lying to you Liam. But I couldn't hold myself back from doing such an immature thing. Because I thought if I don't tell you this I might lose you. That is why I had to pull this trick to bring you home. She held my face with a smile.

‘Frankly, I don’t care if we don’t talk at all. Her lips parted. ‘Oh, well, that’s romantic.’ He leaned forward and planted an arm against the tree, bringing his body close to hers again. ‘It wasn’t supposed to be romantic.’ He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. ‘Romantic is the lies people tell to soften the fall into bed. And I don’t tell lies. Is that what you’re going to do, Grace? Are you going to tell all the lies that women always tell? Because if you are, then this is the moment that you share with me that you love me. And we both know that you don’t. That’s not what this is

I felt heat rise under my skin and he hadn't even touched me. "You're mad... Lance," I whispered. But then he stepped forward, cupped my waist with rough tenderness, and pulled me against him. "Marry me, Julliane," he repeated, voice hoarse with longing. And then he kissed me hard, deep, overwhelming claiming my lips like it is his. His kiss was a storm and a promise. I pushed him away, gasping for air. "No, Lance. I don't know who between us is truly sick anymore. But don't marry me out of pity or desire. Don't offer your name just because you want my body."

she whispered, her voice barely audible. I let my body close the last bit of space between us, not waiting for permission. My lips hovered over hers, barely brushing, testing the moment. She didn’t pull away, she didn’t resist. Her hands rested on my shoulders, hesitant, she balanced herself as my lips met hers, I kissed her softly. "A bad time to be romantic," Liam said, dressed but water still dripping from his hair. Isla quickly pushed me away. "What is it this time, Liam?" I asked.

Sienna whispered, voice trembling, “I need to tell you something. What I said over the phone… about the kiss not meaning anything… I lied.” His eyes searched hers, intense even in the dim light. She continued, her throat tight, “I’ve fallen for you. I’ve been fighting it, denying it, but I can’t anymore. I’m in love with you.” For a long moment, Damon didn’t move. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, his voice a low confession. “I fell a long time ago, Sienna. Back in Nigeria, when we stood together watching the sunrise. I knew then.” Her breath caught, her heart racing as he reached toward her. Their faces drew closer, the air between them charged, heavy with all the unsaid words. They were a h