So they've kissed now. That was your goal in writing a kissing scene. You can almost pat yourself on the back, but not quite. Because, what happens now?. Practice this method by writing each of your kissing scenes in five distinct pieces, just as I did in my examples. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at how easy it is to learn how to write a kissing scene for a romance novel or any other piece of fiction when you think about it in the right way. And please, don't skimp on your descriptions. You can always cut later. At a Glance. I recommend copying the following 5 pieces of a kissing scene as follows onto an index card or printing them out for reference while you work: Mood: Make sure the reader can see where your characters are .
How many times have we watched and re-watched kissing scenes in movies? Several of them have become iconic and still make us feel butterflies in the stomach. For a kissing scene to be good, we must see the chemistry between the actors otherwise the result is kind of awkward… Same goes with kissing scenes in books.
How many times have we happy sighed while reading a kissing scene? A lot, I guess 😉 The kisses can be sweet, tender, feral, passionate… If a kissing scene is a well written one, it makes us feel the chemistry between the two characters, the love they have for one another, the passion that fuels… Today I thought to share some of my favorite kissing scenes in novels that I love and I highly recommend : Gabriel’s Inferno by Sylvain Reynard ” She tugged Gabriel closer, her tentative hands tangling in his hair, pulling him until she was sandwiched tightly between him and the door, her petite frame pressed up against his tall, muscular one.
Gabriel moved his right hand to cup the back of her head, protecting it with his knuckles while he groaned loudly against her mouth. He groaned because of me. The groan was loud, feral and erotic. Julia would remember that sound and the way it vibrated against her lips, echoing into her mouth, for the rest of her life.
She felt the blood course through her, hot and thick, as her skin bloomed under his touch. She had never wanted anything more than to feel his arms around her and his lips against hers. There was no Paul. No Christa. No university. Just them. Gabriel’s lips enveloped her, owned her. A fire ignited inside as their bodies moved together, soft curves against unyielding steel. Julia inhaled frantically, but it wasn’t enough.
Her head grew light. Gabriel swore he could feel her heartbeat through his shirt they were so tightly bound together. His left hand trailed under the hem of her blouse to inch toward the bare skin of her lower back. He moaned again as his fingers spread across that valley, claiming it. He didn’t need to see it to know that it was beautiful and precious.” — ” He kissed her firmly, begging her silently to open for him. Their tongues moved together slowly.
He was unhurried. It was just the two of them in an almost empty museum. He kissed her lips and her cheeks, walking her to a corner of the room, hesitantly backing her toward the wall. His eyes were wary. ‘Is this all right?’ She nodded, breathlessly. ‘If you want to stop, just tell me.
I won’t let things go too far…but I need you.’ She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in. He pressed her gently against the wall, molding his body tightly to hers.
Every muscle, every plane of his was met by corresponding curves and softness. His hands traveled down her sides and to her hips, hesitating. She pressed herself more tightly to him in response. And all this time, their tongues and lips explored, never satisfied. His long, thin fingers slid to her back and down so that they were cupping her two rounded, delicious curves. He squeezed tentatively, and smiled against her mouth when she moaned.
‘You’re perfect. Every part of you. But this…’ He squeezed her again and began kissing her with renewed vigor. “ Gabriel’s Rapture by Sylvain Reynard ” ‘Please,’ she whispered, straining on tiptoe to place tiny kisses across his neck as she tugged on his tie once again.
He groaned. ‘Don’t tempt me.’ ‘I promise I’ll be gentle.’ Gabriel laughed gruffly. ‘This is a stunning reversal.’ ‘We’ve waited a respectable amount of time. I love you. And I want you.’ ‘Do you trust me?’ ‘Yes,’ she said breathlessly. ‘Then marry me.’ ‘Gabriel, I–‘ He cut her off with his kiss, pulling her against his chest. Somehow his hands were in her hair, clutching her tightly. And then as he gently slid his hands to caress her naked shoulders, he tentatively pressed into her mouth.
Julia released his bow tie to wrap her arms around his neck, tugging him until their bodies were flush against one another.
She nibbled his full lower lip and moaned as his tongue slowly traced the curve of her mouth. Suddenly, his fingers were touching her collar bones and moving to her back, gliding across the surface of her skin as it began to flush and heat.
‘Let me do things the right way,’ he pleaded, his hands cupping her face. ‘How could this be wrong?’ she whispered back, eyes dark and desperate. He kissed her again, and this time she shamelessly wound her right leg around his hip, trying to recreate their tango against a wall from the Royal Ontario Museum.” Easy by Tammara Webber “I wanted him so badly my head swam.
‘I–I would bite you.’ ‘Oh, God,’ he breathed, his eyes closing. ‘ Why does it sound so good?’ I leaned in and up, as close as I could get, but his lips were still out of reach, and my arms–trapped behind me–couldn’t stretch to pull him down. ‘Kiss me and find out.’ His lips were warm. He kissed me carefully, nibbling and sucking my lower lip. Drawing the tip of my tongue along the inner edge of his mouth, I swept it over the slim ring, lightly, and he groaned and pulled me in so tight I could barely breathe.
My hands were suddenly freed and he grasped my hips, lifting me onto the counter so that our angles were reversed. Thrusting my fingers into his hair, I pressed my tongue into his mouth, cautiously, tracing over the hard palate just behind his teeth while wrapping my arms and legs around him. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I gasped. I’d never kissed anyone like that; I’d never been kissed like that. One hand at the back of my neck, directing me, the other balancing me on the edge of the counter, he coaxed me to do it again and when I did, he caressed my tongue with his own, grazing his teeth over the surface, biting it softly as I withdrew.” Sempre by JM Darhower ” ‘Tesoro means treasure, but it’s kinda like sweetheart.
So tesoro, treasure…which right now, you literally are.’ She blushed, looking away from him, and he took the opportunity to dip her backward. Yelping, she wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed when he pulled her back up. Their noses rubbed together, and he froze abruptly when Haven cocked her head to the side and brushed her lips against his. He thought he imagined it at first, until he tasted the strawberry gloss from her lips. Haven pushed away from him, covering her mouth, and he was too stunned to do anything but stare.
Haven backed up a few steps, and he grabbed her arm when he realized she was about to run. Swinging her to him, her hands fell from her mouth, and he pressed his lips to hers without another thought.
It was passionate and messy, seventeen years worth of kisses rolled into one stolen embrace. Haven kissed him back, her lips parting as they moved with his.
Running her hand along the back of his head, she laced her fingers in the hair by his neck. She trembled. Whether it was from nerves or excitement, Carmine wasn’t sure.” The Future of Our Past by Kahlen Aymes : ” — Ryan’s point of view– ‘What I do know, is that I’m not capable of fighting it anymore, and that no matter what happens, I will always want you in my life.’ I searched her face as uncertainty flashed across her beautiful features.
‘Ryan, do you promise me? Promise me,’ she begged as she leaned her forehead on mine. Her breath rushed over my face and I could literally taste how sweet she would be in her scent. ‘I promise.’ I lowered my mouth and ghosted it over hers. My heart was thumping in my chest so fast I thought it would explode.
This was the moment I’d waited for, for over three and a half years. Her tongue came out to lick my upper lip and my breath left me in a rush, my body tightening in response. I held her head with gentle hands as my mouth finally settled over hers. Our open mouths were soft and searching. It felt new and exciting, but also so right. Our lips knew exactly how to mirror each other and move in perfect unison. She sucked on my upper lip and then I sucked on her lower one. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
‘Julia, my God,’ I groaned against her mouth as I gathered her close to me and lay her down on the bed. I moved over her and kissed her again and again. The nearness of her, what I’d be dreaming of for so long was finally within reach, but I wanted to take it slow, to savor every touch.
‘Kissing you is every bit as incredible as I imagined it would be.'” Paradise by Judith McNaught ” ‘ I know you want to kiss me back, I can feel it. Why not indulge the impulse,’ he invited her huskily. ‘I’m more than willing and completely available.’ To her horror, his teasing statements doused her anger and gave her simultaneous impulses to giggle and to do exactly what he suggested.
‘If I die in an accident on the way home tonight,’ he cajoled softly, his mouth sliding over her cheek toward her lips again,’think how guilty you’ll feel if you don’t.’ Pushed another step towards laughter, Meredith opened her mouth to say something flippant or, better yet, sarcastic, and the instant she did, his mouth captured hers.
His hand clamped the back of her head, holding her mouth to his while his other arm angled down across her back, holding her hips tightly to his. And Meredith was lost. Locked to him from toe to head, possessed by his hands and mouth and tongue, she went down to ignominious defeat.” ——————————— Do you have any favorite kissing scene in novels?
Let us know in the comments 🙂 Elena Love this post!! Before I had even moved to the website from my email, my first thoughts were Sylvain Reynard. That man can write a kiss like nobody’s business! Laura Kaye wrote some awesome kisses in Hearts in Darkness as well. One of my all time faves though, is Christian and Ana’s first kiss after their breakup in 50 Shades Darker. Christian pulling away from Jose’s show and pushing into the alley to claim her…whoa!
Like I have to agree that SR can write kissing scenes like no other author. (Listening to GI last nite (AGAIN) actually kept me calm thru the hurricane!) The kissing scenes that Sylvia Day does in BTU and RIY are pretty hot also, but I have to say that SR wins hands down in my opinion. They are full of passion, not just “lust.” The rest pale by comparison.
🙂 Like SR can write a kissing scene like no other. The passion and emotion that you can feel in his writing is so powerful and so captivating!
When I first read your post today, I immediately thought of SR. One of my fav is when they are alone in the museum but also the kiss before their date…you know the one that he then needs a second shower. I have read a lot of romance etc novels but honestly no one writes as magically as the way SR does. Every single kiss that Gabriel and Julia have is simply beautiful! Like Ahhh kissing scenes that make your toes curl……especially for the first time!!! Gabriel’s Series are number one for me too, Easy I have read and agree but the others I haven’t read as yet but will now!?!
Some that I’d add would be Twilight – the first time Edward tries kissing Bella; 50 Shades of Grey – Where he says **** the contract in the elevator; Crossfire Series by Sylvia Day; The Sullivan Series by Bella Andre; Effortless by SC Stephens – Where they get it on in he Coffee Hut; The Marriage Bargain, Trap & Mistake by Jennifer Probst ……all hot hot hot!
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best dating first kiss scenes in books excerpts - Writer of Wrongs: Best Kiss Scenes and What Makes Them Great
So, I'd like to put a little more romance into my story, but I find kiss scenes terribly difficult to write and to be honest with all of you--I've never kissed anyone or have been kissed by anyone (childhood kisses from parents don't count).
So, would you fellow Absolute Writers be willing to share some of the kiss scenes that you have written with me? I've found books with kiss scenes, but not every book has the best examples. I'd like to broaden my ideas of what to include--what not to include etc. What sounds flat-out gross and what sounds pleasant. So would you help me out by posting excerpts from your novels?
I don't know about you, but finding a great in an already fantastic book is the cherry on top for me. There's a lot of ways to mess up writing a kissing, or any because it's all so physical — but there's also a lot of ways to make it memorable.
In books, a great make-out scene consists of the narrator's feelings, thoughts, and atmosphere around the couple. It can be incredibly sweet and romantic, or sensual and hot. And I'm sure you have a few favorites that you may or may not have read and reread multiple times. A lot of young adult books capture these steamy make-out scenes due to passionate first love, first kiss, and all those epic firsts.
That doesn't mean that doesn't have many beautiful make-out moments, though. From some of the best literary novels of all time to brand new , kissing scenes keep getting better and better in the world of literature. With , it's time to celebrate love, happiness, and really great kissing. If you want something amazing to read, but aren't necessarily in the mood for a major romance novel, here are 14 of the best make-out moments throughout literature: Before she could withdraw her mind from its far places, his arms were around her, as sure and hard as on the dark road to Tara, so long ago.
She felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left her limp. And the quiet face of Ashley Wilkes was blurred and drowned to nothingness. He bent back her head across his arm and kissed her, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling.
And before a swimming giddiness spun her round and round, she knew that she was kissing him back. 3. I turned around and found her face, and her mouth was already waiting like a question. I’m not gonna make it out to be something that it wasn’t: It was perfect—Coley’s soft lips against the bite of the liquor and sugary Coke still on our tongues. She did more than just not stop me. She kissed me back. 4. He bent down, his lips against her cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through her nerves, shivers that made her whole body tremble.
"If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. When she still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of her temple. "Or now." He traced the line of her cheekbone. "Or now." His lips were against hers. "Or—" But she had reached up and pulled him down to her, and the rest of his words were lost against her mouth.
He kissed her gently, carefully, but it wasn’t gentleness she wanted, not now, not after all this time, and she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled her, gathering her against him, and they rolled over on the grass, tangled together, still kissing. 5. When he finally kisses my mouth, everything goes oddly quiet, like the moment of silence between lightning and thunder.
One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. Four Mississippi. Five Mississippi. Bang. We kiss again. The next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I’ve had in my life has been wrong. 6. Then came the most exquisite moment of her whole life passing a stone urn with flowers in it. Sally stopped; picked a flower; kissed her on the lips. The whole world might have turned upside down!
The others disappeared; there she was alone with Sally. And she felt that she had been given a present, wrapped up, and told just to keep it, not to look at it — a diamond, something infinitely precious, wrapped up, which, as they walked (up and down, up and down), she uncovered, or the radiance burnt through, the revelation, the religious feeling! 7. “Kiss me,” I say.
He does. We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes.
I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever.He pushes me backward and we’re lying down, making out in front of the children with their red balloons and the old men with their chess sets and the tourists with their laminated maps and I don’t care, I don’t care about any of that.
All I want is Étienne.The weight of his body on top of mine is extraordinary. I feel him—all of him—pressed against me, and I inhale his shaving cream, his shampoo, and that extra scent that’s just … him.
The most delicious smell I could ever imagine.I want to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips taste like honey. His face has the slightest bit of stubble and it rubs my skin but I don’t care, I don’t care at all. He feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn’t matter that his mouth is already on top of mine, I want him closer closer closer." 8.
There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermi- one’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broom- stick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet. “Is this the moment?” Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice.
“OI! There’s a war going on here!”Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other.“I know, mate,” said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, “so it’s now or never, isn’t it?" 9.
"Augustus Waters,” I said, looking up at him, thinking that you cannot kiss anyone in the Anne Frank House, and then thinking that Anne Frank, after all, kissed someone in the Anne Frank House, and that she would probably like nothing more than for her home to have become a place where the young and irreparably broken sink into love. “I must say,” Otto Frank said on the video in his accented English, “I was very much surprised by the deep thoughts Anne had.”And then we were kissing.
My hand let go of the oxygen cart and I reached up for his neck, and he pulled me up by my waist onto my tiptoes. As his parted lips met mine, I started to feel breathless in a new and fascinating way. The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I really liked my body; this cancer-ruined thing I’d spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle, worth the chest tubes and the PICC lines and the ceaseless bodily betrayal of the tumors.
10. His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete. 11. She drew him toward her with her eyes, he inclined his face toward hers and lay his mouth on her mouth, which was like a freshly split-open fig.
For a long time he kissed Kamala, and Siddhartha was filled with deep astonishment as she taught him how wise she was, how she ruled him, put him off, lured him back... each one different from the other, still awaiting him.
Breathing deeply, he remained standing and at this moment he was like a child astonished by the abundance of knowledge and things worth learning opening up before his eyes. 12.
Cath closed the book and let it fall on Levi’s chest, not sure what happened next. Not sure she was awake, all things considered.The moment it fell he pulled her into him. Onto him. With both arms. Her chest pressed against his, and the paperback slid between their stomachs. Cath’s eyes were half closed, and so were Levi’s and his lips only looked small from afar, she realized, because of their doll-like pucker. They were perfectly big, really, now that she had a good look at them.
Perfectly something. He nudged his nose against hers, and their mouths fell sleepily together, already soft and open. When Cath’s eyes closed, her eyelids stuck. She wanted to open them. She wanted to get a better look at Levi’s too-dark eyebrows, she wanted to admire his crazy, vampire hairline—she had a feeling this was never going to happen again and that it might even ruin what was left of her life, so she wanted to open her eyes and bear some witness.
But she was so tired. And his mouth was so soft. And nobody had ever kissed Cath like this before. Only Abel had kissed her before, and that was like getting pushed squarely on the mouth and pushing back. Levi’s kisses were all taking. Like he was drawing something out of her with soft little jabs of his chin. She brought her fingers up to his hair, and she couldn’t open her eyes. 13. What’s gotten into me? Now I really can’t breathe. A situation made worse by the lips that are suddenly pressing into mine.
Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris. After I’m sure I’ve made up for all my former years of kisslessness, I say “I think if we don’t stop kissing, the world is going to explode.” “Seems like it,” he whispers.
14. ROMEO If I profane with my unworthiest handThis holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. JULIETGood pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,Which mannerly devotion shows in this;For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss. ROMEOHave not saints lips, and holy palmers too? JULIETAy, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. ROMEOO, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIETSaints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake. ROMEOThen move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. JULIETThen have my lips the sin that they have took. ROMEOSin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!Give me my sin again. JULIETYou kiss by the book. Images: ; Giphy
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