A Kiss On The Lips Drink Novels & Stories

Liam, Zak and Leo are sitting at the table laughing hysterically, drinking some brownish colored drink. I walk toward Liam whose eyes light up. He pulls me onto his lap as he kisses my cheek. I don’t know how everyone feels about this public display but no one seems to mind. “Here, try this”. He hands me his glass. I smell it. It smells like sweet oak. I take a tiny sip. It burns but is SO GOOD. I take the rest like a shot.

He thought to try and get a sneaky secondary kiss off the cup. She gave him a strange look and smirked. “You want to taste my drink?” “Yeah, come on…” He held his hand out for the cup. “Okay…” She took a big swig of her drink, grabbed him strongly round the neck and planted her lips over his. She stared into his eyes as his were wide with surprise, then he opened his mouth as his arms came around her. She opened her mouth and they kissed as the drink swirled around their mouths. He finally swallowed it and pulled away with a shocked look.

His fingers gently traced the outline of Drishti's lips, sending shivers down her spine. With a surge of passion, Drishti leaned in and captured Shravan's mouth in a searing kiss. Their lips danced in a passionate tango, their tongues intertwining with fervour. The taste of red wine lingered on their tongues, adding an extra layer of intoxication to their embrace.

I feel him lightly touching my face and running both of his thumbs on my cheeks. My lips are parted apart as he keeps on brushing his nose with mine. Within seconds, I feel his lips lightly touches mine—causing me to kiss him back just as soft. I taste alcohol on his lips yet they also taste like oranges. My hands move up to unbutton his shirt and he just let me as he keeps on cupping my face, kissing me like there's no tomorrow.

Levi remarked and chortled, shaking his head. K's bright blue eyes widened for a split second. She masked it off with a deliberate eye-roll. "I'll go get us drinks." She excused herself and marched off into the kitchen. Jesse followed, getting champagne flutes from the cupboard and handed it over to K to pour some Möet Imperial Rosé onto the tall, thin glasses. "Calm down," K whispered against his mouth and then gave him a quick kiss, her lips curved into a big, confident smile. "I'm so excited!"

Amara POV: Viktor Dragovic wants to make a deal with me? That’s fucking hilarious. I’ve killed men with more brains and less ego. He thinks tossing money and whispers my way will get my attention? He has no idea who he’s playing with. Still, I couldn’t help but grin as I stared at the encrypted message glowing on the screen: “The Devil offers a meeting. Midnight. Iron Citadel.” Drama much? I leaned back on the hotel couch, swirling cheap whiskey in a glass. My black boots were muddy from last night’s kill, blood still crusted on the laces. I hadn’t bothered cleaning them. Why would I? The mess was half the art.

“Sorry.” “Are we doing this again?” I asked, voice low. He swallowed. “That fast, huh?” I folded my arms. “Spark isn’t always a fast burn. Sometimes it smolders.” He picked up the jar. “Smolder, huh?” I shrugged. “That’s not a bad start.” He set the jar down carefully. “Tea?” I shook my head. “Wine, maybe.” He laughed softly. “Make it two.” I pulled half a bottle from behind the counter. Not fancy, but enough for tonight.

I wanted to stay wrapped up in moonlight and his arms, tasting his mouth on mine and loving every second of it. “Wow,” I whispered when we finally had to break apart or suffocate. “Wow, indeed,” he agreed, his voice rough and shaky. His eyes sparkled with delight. Apparently he had enjoyed kissing me as much as I did him. “Would you like a drink at my place? It's just over there,” I offered. I wasn't really interested in a drink, but it was the perfect excuse to get him to stay with me. Maybe even kiss me again. Heat surged through my veins at the thought of him kissing me again.

And…panties melted. “So.” I took a breath when I looked up at him because he stepped even closer, only a breath away. “We’re…We’re really going to…?” I turned too breathless to finish the question. He grinned wolfishly. “Oh yeah,” he answered. “We’re definitely going to.” When his lips pressed against mine, a buzz of desire ricocheted through me with startling awareness. Why were his kisses so freaking potent? I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more.

He leaned in, casting his shadow over me, and captured my lips in a kiss. This time, it wasn't the ruthless, punishing kiss of his kind. It was a soft, breathtakingly sweet kiss, an agonizingly tender pressure that mirrored the exact way he had kissed me that night at my bedroom door when he was tipsy. His lips parted mine with a gentle, coaxing warmth, tasting faintly of the champagne we had shared at dinner. As his mouth moved against mine with a slow, hypnotic rhythm, his hand on my thigh softened, his thumb tracing soothing, intoxicating circles against my sensitive skin.