When Lies Kissed Romance Novels & Stories

Denver's mouth fell open as he stared at her. India gently touched the tip of her tongue to his lips and licked them in a circular motion. The sweet breath of wine escaped her lips as her tongue danced around his, before encasing her mouth over his again. This time, they kissed until the flames between them grew fiery hot. Then India disengaged from their flaming kiss, catching her breath. She places her hands on Denver's shoulders as she stares into his deep brown eyes, surrounded by sinfully long black lashes. His skin was flawless; his features would be pretty if he weren't so... breathtakingly male.

But the truth and the lies are so tangled together now I can barely tell them apart. “Let’s talk about your first kiss,” Catherine says with a knowing smile. My stomach clenches. This lie will be permanent now, recorded for the world to see when Evelyn forces our hand. “It was at the gala,” I say. “After we’d been talking for an hour. He walked me to my car and just… kissed me. Under the streetlight.” “It felt inevitable,” Lucien adds. “Like we’d been moving toward that moment all night.” More lies. Our actual first kiss happened months into the marriage, inside the locked room where he kept his late mother’s works of art. It was nothing like the romantic story we’re selling to the cameras.

My eyes snapped up to meet his just as his head dipped and caught my lips in a burning kiss. This was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I'd shared a fair number of kisses before, a couple with Eric, and none of them had ever felt like this. This wasn't the usual mind numbing or searing kiss that reduced a girl to mush. This was something quite different. It was more wilful and a little strange. As his tongue curled around mine, warning slithered through me and I shivered. He pressed me harder against the base of the statue and he ground into me, a low growl grumbling from deep in his throat.

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.

Before Lacey could say a word, his head come down to hers, taking her lips. She had been stunned, but the kiss wasn’t entirely unwelcomed. They had wrapped each other in an embrace. In spite of him breaking her heart long ago, she had felt safe and secure in his arms. He had been foolish by his own admission and apologized while they had been in Paris. At least Will had been honest about his betrayal. The kiss had intensified. That’s when Lacey’s mind had jumped to Blake. Memories of Blake kissing her, holding her, cupping her breast, which had sent a jolt of pleasure all through her and surprising her with romantic gestures caused her to pull her lips away. “What is it?”

Her lips met his in a gentle kiss, a silent declaration of her love for the man who lay before her, his innocence captivating her heart in ways she never imagined. But before she could withdraw, a sudden hand grasped her wrist, holding her in place. Startled, she gasped against his lips as she was pulled into a kiss that was anything but gentle. Her breath caught in her throat as Taehyung's kiss turned rough, yet undeniably passionate. His lips moved against hers with a fervor that sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't extinguish. As their kiss deepened, Lia lost herself in the intoxicating rush of desire, her heart pounding in her chest as she surrendered

“Your moan did not lie, Antheia.” “B-but, it’s… I…” “You ran out of lies?” I sighed. There is no point of arguing and trying to lie on someone who is so much smarter than me. “But why did you do that?” “Because I wanted it.” “But…” “what?” “That was my first kiss, and the books say it should be with the person you love and who at least loves you.” “You read romance books?” “I… just encountered some in the library? You said I can go there if I want right?”

"Wild." He started kissing me again like he badly wanted to be kissed, as if no other girls had ever kissed him. The heat on his soft lips was palpable. It was wet and not trying to win a battle, but rather sharing one breath. There is only one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. My cheeks burned as I felt his tounge touched mine. As he kissed me, I couldn’t help but admire him. He looks so professional? "Did you lock the door?" I asked.

He tasted so good, I knew I could never get enough. I could have kissed him for hours. Leo knew how to kiss me, knew exactly which way to move and how to open me up to him. But I didn't want to just kiss him. I wanted to make love to him, and if the growing hardness pressed against my lower stomach was any indication, he wanted it too. I broke away, grinning as I put my hand to his chest. “Mr. Westbrook, I do believe you need to relax. And I happen to know just how to do it.”

She gasped when he gripped her thigh and wrapped it around his waist, lifting her onto the dresser like she weighed nothing. Her voice trembled. “You’re still angry.” “I’m something worse,” he rasped, brushing his mouth over her breast. “I’m curious.” “About what?” “What else you’ve lied about.” “I didn’t—” His hand slipped between her thighs, hot, insistent. “Lydia, don’t lie when you’re this wet. It insults both of us.” She hated how easily he read her. He kissed her again—rougher now, claiming, consuming.