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“A kiss unlike any other kiss. There was no denying that.”

— Cristin Harber, Winters Heat, Share via Whatsapp

“I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say, but it is too intimate, so I swallow it. A moment later I decide I don t care. I wish we were alone, I say as I back out of the cell. She smiles. I almost always wish that.”

— Veronica Roth, Allegiant, Share via Whatsapp

“A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.”

— Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 3, Share via Whatsapp

“Then he kissed her. At his lips touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald , The Great Gatsby, Share via Whatsapp

“It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I don t know where I was, but I didn t care. I didn t care because the only person who mattered was there with me.”

— Sarah Addison Allen, The Sugar Queen, Share via Whatsapp

“One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.” “Right, and one day my prince might come.” “I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.”

— Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever, Share via Whatsapp

“The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.”

— Guy de Maupassant, The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant, Part One, Share via Whatsapp

“Pritkin kissed like he did everything else, straightforward, accepting no prisoners and with an intensity that left me breathless. It was hot and hard and desperate, like he was starving for it, and I opened my mouth and took it, because, God.”

— Karen Chance, Embrace the Night, Share via Whatsapp

“What do you care? I barked, and his grip tightened enough on my wrists that I knew my bones would snap with a little more pressure. What do I care? he breathed, wrath twisting his features. Wings - those membranous, glorious wings - flared from his back, crafted from the shadows behind him. What do I care? But before he could go on, his head snapped to the door, then back to my face. The wings vanished as quickly as they had appeared, and then his lips were crushing into mine. His tongue pried my mouth open, forcing himself into me, into the space where I could still taste Tamlin. I pushed and trashed, but he held firm, his tongue sweeping over the roof of my mouth, against my teeth, claiming me - The door was flung wide, and Amarantha s curved figure filled its space. Tamlin - Tamlin was beside her, his eyes slightly wide, shoulders tight as Rhys s lips still crushed mine. Amarantha laughed, and a mask of stone slammed down on Tamlin s face. void of feeling, void of anything vaguely like the Tamlin I d been tangled up with moments before.”

— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses, Share via Whatsapp

“Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered. He said, That s how I would kiss you, if I loved you.”

— Maggie Stiefvater, Forever, Share via Whatsapp

“Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since he’s right, we are supposed to be madly in love.”

— Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games, Share via Whatsapp

“We kissed each other until we were too tired to keep going. I could still feel him holding back. It was my penance for what I had done to him. All I could do was hope the walls would fall and that I could have all of him again, but I was always leaving and he was tired of watching me walk away. We both knew that I couldn’t stay and that he couldn’t come with me, but still, we couldn’t let go.”

— Kimberly Novosel, Loved, Share via Whatsapp

“It was exactly as he’d thought it would be, like the first time and the millionth time all at once, like being wide awake, like losing his balance. Only this time, it wasn’t just him; this time, they were losing their balance together.”

— Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like, Share via Whatsapp

“Besides, if one little kiss makes her a slut, I d hate to know what that makes you.”

— Kelly Oram, Being Jamie Baker, Share via Whatsapp

“She sealed his lips with a wanton kiss; Though I forgive your breaking your vows to heaven, I expect you to keep your vows to me.”

— Matthew Lewis, The Monk, Share via Whatsapp

“I wasn t going to kiss you. You weren t? I look up look up at him. [...] Nope, the next time I kiss you it ll last a long, long time. And when we re done you re going to realize being turned on is not about experience.”

— Simone Elkeles, Leaving Paradise, Share via Whatsapp

“I should’ve been very cross with Anubis. Kissing me without permission—the nerve!”

— Rick Riordan, The Throne of Fire, Share via Whatsapp