When Lies Kissed Romance Novels & Stories

"Issa, I swear to you, it's not what it looked like. She kissed me. She came on to me, trying to get into my head and remind me of old times. Obviously it didn't work. But then she kissed me. It was sudden and unexpected, and I pushed her away immediately. I need you to believe me. I need you to say you believe me, Larissa." I stared into his eyes, unable to read him. He sounded genuine enough, but something in the back of my mind could not help but fuel with rage. Why did everyone keep lying to me, trying to deceive me? I wiped the tears off my cheeks and stared at him. "Do you still love her?" I watched the pleading look in Kaden's eyes slowly melt away. His jaw clenched. "What?" His voice

She tells me, licking on her bottom lip, an irritable habit that I refuse to come to terms with. "Rachel stop licking on your bottom lip, it's going to smell like saliva and that's not good for someone who would want to kiss you." I roll my eyes and she slaps my left shoulder playfully. "Let that be my, and my kisser's problem." she says and shakes her head. We finally arrive to our first class and half the seat at the back is already filled up. I can never understand why students hate to take the front seats, it's always just so amusing.

It was as if he knew what she wanted and it was the same with him. Layla leaned in slowly, her eyes fluttering closed, and their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with longing and promise, a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires and a deep connection that had finally found its moment. Their embrace deepened, their lips meeting again and again, as the world around them faded into the background as Layla and Lucius shared a kiss that would be etched in their memories forever, a kiss that marked the beginning of a beautiful love story.

“You want this. Both of us. Don’t lie.” Then he kissed me. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was claiming. His lips crashed against mine, mouth hungry, tongue parting my lips like he’d been dreaming of it. I melted into him without thinking, without breathing. My body gave in before my mind could protest. And then Liam was behind me. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back against his hard body. “Fuck,” he whispered against my ear. “She tastes even better than I imagined.”

I closed my eyes eyelids for a moment, waiting. Finally, his lips met mine. It started slowly, a soft brush that promised so much more. I parted my lips slightly, inviting him in, and a low groan rumbled deep in his chest. The kiss got deeper the moment his tongue slipped into my mouth. His hand moved from my back and gently held the back of my neck, fingers sliding into my hair as he tilted my head slightly to the side. His other arm tightened around my waist, pulling me so close there was no space left between us. His tongue ravaged my mouth, full of need as he explored my mouth.

He cupped my cheeks, kissing my forehead before letting go. I looked down, fingers nervously twisting. “Will you visit again? I miss you.” He smiled softly, wrapping me in a warm hug. “When I’m not busy with the farm, I promise I’ll come back.” I whispered, “Sorry for running away.” “That’s nothing new. You’ve always been stubborn,” he teased. He let go and touched my shoulders. “But I hope you’ll follow the rules here. Lorenzo told me about your mischief.” My cheeks flamed red—there was no way Lorenzo hadn’t heard Ryoushin’s stories. “Gossips,” I muttered.

Then, just as quickly, her hand gripped his shirt, and she pulled him into a kiss that tasted like anger and longing and everything that had been left unsaid. His hands slid to her waist, tightening around her like he had been holding in the need for days. It was heat and war, fire and forgiveness. Clothes didn’t matter. Their pride didn’t matter. She kissed him like he was a question she kept trying to answer. He kissed her like she was a wound he could never heal, but always returned to. When they finally broke apart, Lana whispered against his mouth: “That kiss… lies too well.” Dominic’s eyes burned.

Her body fit against his, soft curves pressing into him as if they were molded for this forbidden closeness. “Trina…” he breathed, torn between guilt and want. She tilted her face to his, their mouths brushing, then meeting in a kiss that was both tender and hungry. Her sigh melted into him, and his fingers tightened on her waist, pulling her nearer, unable to resist the fire licking through his veins. Their kiss deepened, mouths opening, tongues tasting, breaths mingling in urgent rhythm. The garden seemed to close in around them—the roses leaning, the fountain whispering, the night itself conspiring.

I already missed the feeling of his touch, and I welcomed his lips with a delightfully pounding heart. Rominic chuckled softly against my mouth, before slowly, deeply, taking possession of my lips. This kiss was more intense than the first, lacking the urgency of lust, but abundant with love and passion, making my knees collapse from under me. Luckily, Rominic was quick to catch me, effortlessly lifting me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he supported me by my bottom.

She didn’t know whether it was because of the sexual deprivation she had had for years that was making little things excite her like this. Never in a million years had she thought she would initiate a kiss with a man and a stranger at that. Maybe it was because of how his eyes bore into her when he spoke or how his voice sounded like music to her ears. All she knew was that she wanted to see how the taste of his lips was, how it would feel inside her mouth, and so she went for it. She did not expect this handsome stranger to kiss her back. He kissed her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth. It touched hers, and they started to play games with each other.