Will And Mike Kiss Novels & Stories

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

Micah held Eryna’s waist tightly and slowly moved his fingers back to her neck and pulled her closer to himself. “When they said ‘You May Kiss The Bride,’ I didn’t kiss my bride so my marriage isn’t sealed yet, let me seal it now.” Micah finished his words and before Eryna could respond to him, he landed his warm lips on her soft ones, his eyes were tightly closed and his grip around Eryna was unbreakable… Their marriage had been officially sealed.

“Their names are Mike and Will. And they are the nicest people that I have ever met. They are absolutely wonderful. We spend all of our free time together and we fight a lot. But they are the sweetest people in the world.” He stops talking and swallows hard, closing his eyes for a couple seconds. Sophie waits patiently for him to continue. After a few minutes he speaks again, his voice breaking slightly. “Last night, while I was asleep, they came to see me and I…I was awake. I knew they were there, so I pretended to be asleep…and they talked.” He closes his eyes again, feeling tears well up in them. “They told me how amazing I am, Sophie. How perfect I am. They made me feel good and happy. T

"You are now a part of my pack, and we shall build a future together. You have chosen wisely." Willow forced a smile, hiding her true emotions behind a façade of acceptance. She had made her decision, and now she would have to face the consequences. She wondered if she could find a way to navigate this new life, to find a glimmer of happiness amidst the shadows. Killian's kiss intensified, growing more forceful and demanding. Willow's attempts to resist were met with defiance as he became emboldened by her resistance. The atmosphere crackled with tension as their bodies pressed together, his grip on her waist tightening, trapping her in his grasp.

"Sure, captain." Coward Chase happily handed me to Ethan the moment he asked no ordered him to leave the dancefloor. The music had changed to a slow one. I placed my hand on Ethan's shoulder and believe me when he placed his hand on my waist, the spark returned. My thin layer of dress couldn't hide the feel of his hand on my skin. We moved slowly with the sound of music. Our eyes never broke the contact. I wanted to ask him, why did he kiss me on my cheek but choose not to. I was too afraid to speak something stupid and break this special moment.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stifled a groan, feeling Jaxon’s firm mouth tugging at his lower lip, pulling him deeper into the unexpected kiss. Jaxon Blackwood had been waiting forever for the introductions to wrap up. Being several inches taller than Mike, he leaned down, finally kissing him like he had wanted to since the moment their eyes met. Mike had that irresistible aura that was similar to the little demons he loved to toy with in Hell, and he couldn’t resist the pull any longer. His left hand slipped inside Mike’s pants, and he began to Prep his asshole as he deepened the kiss. Mike was moaning loudly now, his fear and the world around him had faded into a blur.

Willa’s eyes lit up, her mouth widened in a beam and she parted her lips to say a word, but before she could, Luke purposely pulled Willa's hand fiercely and added, “Provided that Willa does the same.” Instantly, the elegant-looking Willa came tumbling down, crashing on the same dirty floor that Luke sat on. Willa's lips puckered in disgruntlement and she wrinkled her nose in grievance. Yet, in the next minute, they both burst into loud laughter. Suddenly, the ambiance became warm and seemed to spark with love. Only heaven knows who leaned in first… Suddenly, both their lips crashed in a deep kiss, giving it such a sweet and beautiful ending. The video that was displayed on the screen had a

“You’re weak!” McKenzie argues as she dusts off the grand piano. “You two kissed, he admitted to you he’s a little obsessed with sex, and you freaked out and left?” “Yes! McKenzie!” I argue while I try scrubbing the toilet in this tiny spare bathroom. “We kissed and I left him. And he admitted to me about the sex thing before we kissed. Why does it matter?” Her scoff echoes through the living room. “When’s the last time you had a dick in you?”

she looked at his hazel eyes. Chris caressed her cheeks, "I was in need of caress and when I saw the love of my life walk to the restroom, I couldn't help myself." Kimberly pushed his palms away from her cheeks, "and we ended up doing more than caress." "Don't tell me that you regret it," he looked anywhere but not her, "because I don't." He was telling the truth and she knew it, "I don't and I'll never do that." He pecked her lips.

My wife, Wendy Summer, bent over, ready to give the man who had fallen into the water mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but I stepped in front of her. Wendy placed a calming hand on my shoulder. "Rowan, it's just CPR. Nothing's going to happen." The people around us were praising her, but the looks directed at me were full of contempt. I ignored them and gripped her wrist tightly. "If you want to save him, fine. But if you do, we're getting a divorce. I won't stop you."