42 Kiss His Son Novels & Stories

Damon didn’t sleep. Again. The sheets still smelled like her. Or maybe it was a memory. Either way, it strangled him. That kiss… It was nothing like before. It wasn’t love. It was punishment. And God help him—he wanted more of it. His lips still burned with the weight of her mouth. Her breath. Her words. “This kiss isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.” He replayed it a thousand times. And every time it ended the same — with her pulling away. And him… standing in the middle of everything he broke.

Drunkenly, he buried his head into my chest, coaxing, "Honey, I'm sorry. It was just a game with Lanie. I was the groomsman, she was the bridesmaid. I didn't have a choice." Really? No choice? Because the look in his eyes during that kiss—the delight, the pride—was impossible to miss. When I didn't respond, he rubbed his head against my chest, trying to charm me. "Honey, forgive me, okay?" In the past, his puppy-dog act would have melted my anger instantly. Now, the image of him and Melanie's kiss made me feel sick. I pushed him away and rolled to the far side of the bed. Upon sensing my rejection, Steven's playful demeanor turned to anger.

The man had a chiseled jaw, sharp features and perfect olive skin with combed back hair. The girl could feel her head spinning and she lost her balance. “Woah!” “Hang in there sweetheart. I am there to carry you.” He whispered coming close to her ear. “No need. I can manage.” She pushed him away a little, frowning hard. “Are not you being a little clingy now?” “You kissed me. Did I complain?” He smirked yet again pulling her closer. Before the girl knew he planted a powerful kiss on her lips and Lara’s eyes opened wide in much surprise.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

“I wouldn't choose anyone else, not in a million lifetimes to be the mother of my son. Our son. All we overcame was all possible because of you.” He kisses her slowly and brings her body closer to his, letting her sink into the kiss, his lips, the feeling. He was gentle, yet passionate about the way he kissed her. He held her face up with intent and with every movement of his mouth he deepened the kiss. Letting her taste imprint in his memory, like he wanted a part of her with him even after this was done.

A smirk played on his devilishly handsome physiognomy. My ears burned as I shook my head and ran out of our house to the car. Seconds later, Hunter appeared inside and started for our son's school. Pulling my bottom lip in-between my teeth, I chewed on it until swollen when his index finger reached, pressing my lip out of my mouth. "Relax, sweetheart." He drew my hand to his lips and planted a kiss. "My son's a King, and no one can harm a King. It's others who should be afraid."

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.

No one knew the root of all the chaos but everyone was relieved it was over. Narrah plastered herself beside Kieran whose arm is wrapped around her, despite the sharp glare from her father. Kieran was aware of the deadly gaze fixed upon him, but he choose not to mind. He is Narrah's father, he will do the same to his pups someday. Thinking of pups, his heart melted, he pulled Narrah closer and pressed a gentle kiss on her temple. He can't wait to have pups with her. With the kiss she got, she looked up and smile at the man who is tenderly looking at her.

We broke the kiss as I scooted up completely into his lap, my dress now riding very high on my legs. "Mom," he started. Before he could finish I grabbed his head and once again kissed him hard on the lips. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths as we shared a passionate kiss as mother and son. He lost all hesitation and placed his hand high on my leg, feeling up my milky thighs and groaning as he squeezed my ass.

I noticed that our son was no longer around. He lifted my chin and looked directly into my eyes, making me feel awkward. It's been years since we've been this close to each other. "Is it just me for you? No one else? Even if you already have someone right now, I will definitely steal you from him! You're only mine, Keisha." As his face drew nearer to mine, his eyes closed in anticipation, a surge of panic shot through me. Before his lips could meet mine, instinct took over, and I delivered a sharp slap across his cheek.