42 Kiss His Son Novels & Stories

I am now scared not only for me but for my son. "Kiss me " my eyes widen the way my heart is beating so loud I am sure he can hear it I move closer to him closing the space between us kissing him ,he grabs me by the neck deepening the kiss "I will protect you from anyone or anything,now we can stay here just the three of us forever" I reluctantly nod my head.

Want to tell him exactly who his father is, exactly what blood runs in his veins. Instead, I tilt my face up toward his as he leans down, our lips meeting in what the room probably sees as a sweet, romantic gesture. Knox's mouth is warm against mine, his kiss gentle and reverent. The same mouth that whispered my name like a prayer when we had sex, that promised to protect me, that swore we'd build something beautiful together. I'm kissing the son of my family's murderer while his father watches approvingly. The thought makes me dizzy with revulsion. The room erupts in cheers and applause, wine glasses clinking in celebration, but all I can hear is my own thundering heartbeat.

I didn't finish my question when my lips were met with a warm, passionate kiss that made my heart almost jumped out of my chest. We heard gasps from people around the table and when I tried to push him, but he just cupped my cheeks and deepened the kiss. "Ahem! Big brother, in case you forgot there's a kid here." Rian said as she covers her son's eyes. I glared at him when he finally let me go. "Ohh... Son, are you now falling in love with your wife?" We both turned at the same time to his father who had a teasing smile on his lips.

I. - Shut up... come closer, please. I know the trip tired you out, but I'll go easy. In less than thirty minutes, we'll be done. He moves closer to kiss me. I have to respond to his kisses so he doesn't get suspicious. His father has already finished me, but I have to satisfy my fiancé. He presses against me, and I feel the size of his penis against my stomach. It's not as huge as his father's (thank God), but it's just as satisfying. But tonight, I'm really exhausted.

He demanded aggressively, still burning in anger, " Kiss me then! I won't get angry." I was speechless for a second but if that made him feel better, I bent forward to fulfill his wish. I just pecked on his lips but he deepened the kiss by grabbing the back of my head. From a peck, it turned into a wild, passionate kiss. After he kissed me aggressively, he rested his forehead against me, whispered with a smile, " Let's make our son public. You have to arrange a press conference to tell that Ryan is our biological son."

" The neighbors were still watching from their windows, captivated by the scene. Florence hadn't expected this and began spewing even harsher insults. I kept crying and begging, and my arms were locked tightly around her legs so she couldn't move. When she finally started to tire from her outburst, I leaned close to her ear and said in a cold and mocking voice, "You can take all of this, but it won't change anything. Do you know why? Because your bloodline ends here. Oh, and by the way, you should know that Daniel isn't even Chester's son."

He messed his hair before he stood up and gave Dalmi a kiss on his forehead. “I will go now, Dalmi. I will finish all my work and rest early so I could go back here as soon as I can.” “Is that alright with you, Cad?” he shifted his gaze to his son, who had this annoyed look on his face. “Did you just kiss my Mommy? I am the only one who can do that-What? I don’t want this!” he said and wiped his cheek with his palm when Caren crouched and kissed his cheek.

After he stared at me in the dark for a while, he obeyed. I used the moment to get my phone ready and when Steven stopped drinking, I crushed my lips into his. Snapping a photo of it, the light illuminated my mask and his face with his gray eyes wide opened. A ridiculous way to kiss someone! Not sure if this was proof that he wasn’t gay, I kissed him again before he could see that I was giving half my attention to my mobile. It was like kissing your brother, no passion, no sparks. Just two wet mouths moving.

He smiled in the between the kiss and pulled her close to him wrapping his arms around her waist and reciprocated the kiss with the same intensity. They were kissing each other hungrily and fighting for dominance. At the end he won and got chance to dominant her honey sweet mouth like as always. They pulled back after good 10 minutes and he made her sat on the vanity table when he saw panting heavily. “Are you okay??” he asked her to which nodded her head. The door of their room slammed open and their son was standing on the threshold, dressed in a white kurta pyjama like his father with a jacket matching his mother's lehenga, in which he looked handsome like his father.

The light of Katherine's power bloomed between them when Nathaniel leaned down for a kiss. "Me too, me too!" Patrick called eagerly, making the couple laugh. Their son already knew that he was only allowed to touch his father's skin with the protection of his mother. Gaining a kiss on the cheek from both his parents, he seemed satisfied and nuzzled his head against Nathaniel's shoulder.