When Lies Kissed Romance Novels & Stories

Then he began kissing every inch of my face, walking me backward step by step until my back hit the wall. “Jack!” I giggled, forgetting the misery I’d been drowning in just minutes ago. “I swear to God and every saint, Loraine Winehouse—you will not regret loving me,” he vowed like he was making an oath. “I’ll make it worth it. I will give you my all.” “Not all, silly,” I murmured. “Save something for yourself.” “No need. I’m yours,” he grinned, before catching my lips again. This kiss was different. It was sweet, passionate, and hungry, but threaded with something new. Something that hurt in a good way. Romance.

My gown pulled at me like chains, dragging me deeper into the lie I had agreed to carry. And then I saw him. Jake Williams Martinez. Tall, sharp, with eyes that cut through the crowd and landed on me like a blade. His gaze didn’t waver as I walked closer, his expression unreadable, but something in those eyes made my stomach flip. He looked at me as if he was trying to peel back my skin, as if he already knew there was something hidden beneath the surface. My fingers trembled against the bouquet. The vows were recited, the words spilling from my lips like water I couldn’t stop. I do. The lie sealed itself with a kiss that burned more like fire than love. His lips were firm, claiming, the kin

"I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them." "Ma'am, actors kiss all the time. There would be no sentiments attached. All you have to do is shut your eyes, tilt your head to a comfortable side, part your lips and brush your lips against his. " The photographer painted a vivid picture, obviously upset by the attitude I displayed. Felix looked at me for my consent. I reminded myself that all the kisses I ever gave to Clyde were fake and I reminded myself why I accepted to marry Felix. I then pulled close to Felix and did as the photog

"Just a kiss. Nothing more unless you want it." Emma's mind raced, but her body answered first. She nodded. Lisa leaned in slowly. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of wine. The kiss started gentle, then it deepened. Lisa's tongue brushed Emma's lower lip. Emma moaned quietly into the kiss. It felt better than she had imagined all those secret nights.

Naomi Sutton shot back irritably. I heard a brief silence before Brielle spoke again, her voice carrying a hint of smugness, "That's why I married Chase." I slowly closed my eyes, my heart sinking. How could Naomi possibly say something like that? Over the past seven years, when exactly had she felt wronged? Just because she didn't love me, she saw every part of our life together as a hardship. Naomi's next words were filled with resentment. "If it weren't for me, do you think you would've married him so easily? I only married Spencer because I realized he was planning to get revenge on Chase. I sacrificed myself to stop him."

And then, he kissed her. It was a rain-soaked, passionate kiss—full of all the pain, all the longing, all the love that had built up between them for weeks. It was a kiss of reconciliation, of promise, of forever. The rain poured down around them, soaking them to the bone, but they didn’t pull away. They held each other tight, as if they were afraid that if they let go, the other would disappear. In that moment, the forest, the storm, the danger—everything faded away. There was only Liam, only Kayla, only the love that had survived lies, betrayal, and pain. A love that was stronger than anything the world could throw at them.

You did so l have to make you understand that l don't need liars. With that l sealed her lips with mine. Her lips taste like honey was smeared on them and they are lilac soft. I deepened the kiss under her widely open eyes. After some time she kissed me back. She doesn't know how to kiss. Am sure this is her first kiss. Later she wanted me to release her but l kissed her more fiercely while my hand trolled at her back. She moaned. A beautiful small moan at that.

he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.

"I kissed him." Lia confessed and covered her face with the pillow. She still couldn't believe what she had done. Jane's expression showed that she couldn't believe it either. "You kissed him? As in on the lip?" Lia rolled her eyes but didn't remove the pillow from her face. "You know what a kiss is, Jane Austin." "Of course I do I'm just shocked that you, Amelia Lawson, the shy 21 year old actually initiated a kiss."

In that fleeting moment, he captured her mouth with his own, igniting a spark that set their souls ablaze. The hunger with which he kissed her mirrored the longing that had been building between them, and their connection intensified with every stolen breath. Their lips moved in perfect synchronization, a dance of passion and tenderness. Adrien's arms enveloped Lisa, pulling her closer as if he couldn't bear to let her slip away. Their bodies pressed against each other, a fusion of warmth and desire that sent waves of electricity through their veins.