Kiss Quotes - Page 3

I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.

I told you we were meant to be," he says, still smiling, still so Finn, who was always here but who I just didn't see and now-

Well, now I kiss him.

And we were kissing like drowning people breathe- like suddenly we'd discovered something that has never been so sweet before that moment.

Are you going to kiss me?" I blabbered stupidly.
"I'm working up the nerve," he said softly.

I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively I
knew it was a sound of approval.

I love you too, Will Blakelee," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

He pulled her close kissing her mouth taking her by surprise. He stepped back passion smoldering in his eyes. She looked at him touching her mouth where his kiss still burned.

His kisses were so hungry and male, which isn't bad. Every kiss said he could never have enough, but he wasn't going to stop trying. They were so hormonal. I wanted his sugar roughness. Girl's kisses are deliberate and polished. When she kisses me - when I kiss her - she doesn't want me. She has me and knows it.

Her lips are like pillows of warm glass. It is strange to find her resistant for even a second, since she has been the kisser and not the kissed. It wasn't like the last time, which felt fumbling and unnatural. That time wasn't off-putting, just like kissing one's sister. This kiss, my kiss, was tingling sweetness, electric apple blossoms.

[Ever been kissed?]
Of course-Describe it
-Why?-I want to know if you've
Ever seen Heaven.

At the sound of my name, those two worlds on either side of me collide, and my lips meet his. Time ceases to exist, and so, apparently does any logic that my mind is hanging on to. Logic would say that this is insane; every other fibre of my being says it's right.

A first kiss is the demarcation line: the same information that a moment ago felt private, all of a suddens seems unfair to withhold. And with that exchange came more.

The slowest kiss makes too much haste.

¡Qué crimen o qué dolor es un beso cuando es sólo un beso!

I have something I need to get off my chest.”
“What’s that?”
“This.” He closed his mouth over hers.

His mouth seizes mine. Consuming me. Devouring me. My body moves against his. Harder. Faster. Take me. Take all of me…

I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.

The first kiss can be as terrifying as the last.

A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.

I love you Anna Covey,' he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn't a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter.