When You Kissed Me Novels & Stories

When I left the room, it finally hit me that a three-year relationship was over. "Wow, you've got a pretty firm grip," the young guy said, his soft voice snapping me back to reality. I realized I had dragged him halfway down the hallway. I quickly let go and apologized, preparing to leave, but he grabbed my arm. However, he held onto me. "You can't just kiss a guy like that and leave. You owe me now." Suddenly, the autumn air felt much hotter than it should have. His stare was so intense, it felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. I could not help but wonder if he was planning to use this incident to leech off me.

“Tonight, it’s just us.” I stood, stepping closer to her, letting my body envelop her as I leaned in for another kiss. Our lips collided, and the chemistry we shared was electric, sending ripples of heat through my core. The kiss deepened, becoming urgent, full of a hunger that transcended mere physical attraction. It was a melding of souls, a collision of two hearts seeking solace and connection.

Alisa I'd read about it in those old romance novels others left lying around. I'd seen movies. I understood the dynamics of kissing, but under Zakh's rough touch, his hungry lips, I felt like an ignorant fool, glad to learn how this actually worked. He brushed his lips over mine in a hard sweep, and the rub only enticed me to want it again. I gasped, reaching up to chase the thrill of his mouth on mine, his tongue tasting me, his hot breaths mixed with mine.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

She whispered, “Kiss me. I love the way you kiss me. Like I’m the only thing in the world.” “When I’m kissin’ you, sweetheart, you are the only thing in my world.” Poised at the entrance to her body, he eased in as he took her mouth. He lost his mind in the glove-tight feeling of her pussy closing around his cock from tip to root. He broke the kiss. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” “That wasn’t very convincin’.” Kade noticed she wore a strange expression. “What? Am I hurtin’ you?” “No.”

I whispered, my voice filled with urgency. And then, without hesitation, I kissed her. It was a kiss devoid of restraint, I didn’t hold back as I’d done earlier. It was a kiss fueled by the intensity of my emotions, as if my very existence depended on it. In that moment, I kissed her with the same fervor I would have kissed the mysterious girl behind the mask, had I known her true identity. I kissed her to distract myself from the pain in my heart, for it was the only way I knew how to find solace.

But he just closed his eyes while our foreheads were touching. "Why can't you notice me back then?" My forehead twitched at what he whispered. I just had a fever with a splint on my head. "Come on, I'll take a dam on you first--" my eyes widened when I felt his lips on my cheek. "I'm sorry for kissing you inside the bus, I was just taken. I'm just tired of waiting for you, just fuck it, I can't have you this close back then." She said sadly as she caressed my cheek.

It was a kiss filled with the unspoken language of love, a promise that transcended words. As our lips melded together, time seemed to suspend, and the world outside the room faded away. The soft brush of his lips against mine set my heart ablaze, a symphony of emotions playing out in each heartbeat. I could feel the intensity of our mate bond amplifying the sensation, turning a simple kiss into an electric connection that resonated through every fiber of my being.

“What have you done to me?” Aria’s breath came in ragged gasps, her mind swirling from the intensity of his touch. She could hardly process the whirlwind of emotions crashing over her as he captured her lips again, this time with a fervor that left her dizzy. The kiss was deep, searing, igniting a fire deep within her core that spread like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. It was as if every ounce of resistance melted away under the heat of his lips, leaving only pure longing in its wake. Her body instinctively leaned into him, craving more of his warmth, more of the intoxicating taste of his desire.

“Good morning. Like what you see?” Lara gasped in much shock and pursed her lips in embarrassment. “I was just waiting for you to finish your session.” The girl looked at him carefully when suddenly she remembered that he was the man that she had kissed and the man had kissed her back in return, almost biting her lips.