You Kiss By The Book Novels & Stories

Instead, his hand slid up my back to hold the back of my neck just as his lips brushed mine. Kissing Byron was NOTHING like kissing my ex. Byron’s kiss, his touch wasn’t possessive or controlling. His kiss was slow, gentle, and passionate. It was almost exactly how I described Duke Byron and Lady Grace’s first kiss. I sighed softly into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting myself give in the moment.

Aria whispered, flushing. Kade leaned in close, scent of leather and sage all around her. “You look hot surrounded by books,” he muttered against her ear. And before she could answer, he dropped a warm kiss to her lips—slow, unapologetic, like he owned her mouth. She gasped, stunned, but he only winked, handed her the bag, and tossed her a look over his shoulder as he walked out like he didn’t just light her skin on fire. “Don’t forget to eat, princess.”

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

she explained. Then she flipped few pages, searching for something with a serious expression on her face. “Oh! I got it! But… it's not good…” she looked at me, concerned. “What is not good?!” I shouted, shaking with impatience. “He was unconscious when your lips touched his, right?” “Yes.” “So… he couldn't kiss you back…” she continued. “Yes… I mean… it wasn't a kiss! But… yes,” I replied, agitated. “So… basically you have to find him, and make him kiss you… willingly, and you will have to do it before your 30th birthday,” she declared, closing the book.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

He answered me without any hesitation. "We were never—" "At the blessing of the moon. That was the day that we got married." It's a serious promise but it's undeniably a joke. Aiden was just walking silently and he comfortably sat on the sofa bed. He can hear everything but he didn't pay attention to us. Instead, he took a random book from the center table and started flipping the page and looking for something interesting to read. "H-how come that there was a marriage happened? We only did the sealing—sealing?" It took me a while to realize something. "Is...that the marriage?"

Their mouths melded in a tender embrace, a tableau of shared emotion and relief, a testament to the power of a kiss that needed no words to convey its depth. Time seemed to suspend itself in the breathless interlude of their kiss, their lips lingering in a communion that bore witness to the intertwining of souls. Antonio’s kiss held a fervency that spoke of pent-up emotions, a reservoir of feelings that had been contained and now surged forth in that simple yet profound gesture. A gentle collision of lips was followed by a bolder, more daring plunge, a fleeting moment of heightened connection that mirrored the urgency of their shared journey.

Her head tilts back slightly, a silent invitation, and I lean in, my mouth claiming hers with a ferocity that leaves no room for doubt. The kiss is a storm of longing and relief, a storm of pent-up emotion finally unleashed. My lips crush against hers, a desperate melding. I taste her, wild and sweet, and the world outside Mia’s room ceases to exist. My tongue plunges into her mouth, tracing the soft curves, exploring every warm recess, battling hers for dominance in a playful, fiery dance. This isn’t just a kiss; it’s a reunion.

He asked for this. “Let’s go, Vikings,” Maven announced referring to his teammates. He then looked at me apologetically then cupped my cheeks. “Sorry for that, mosh. I love you,” he whispered then kissed me.

Smiling at her lovingly, I take the book and toss it on the shelves back. She lowers her eyes shyly and I gently grip her chin, lifting her face a bit. Leaning down to her, I claim her luscious lips in a soft kiss. The library is silent and so are we, making no noise and enjoying the taste of each other's mouth. She kisses me back, grabbing my collars tightly in her fists as I take my right hand around her waist, leaning more down so she doesn't need to go on her tiptoes. If we were not in this place, I would have lifted her in my arms to match the height but it doesn't feel bad at all.