A Kiss On The Lips Drink Novels & Stories

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.

Katarina His body is solid, strong, and the heat radiating off him spreads through me instantly. His lips are hot on mine, sending sparks of electricity through my entire body. The kiss is deep, hungry, like he’s trying to consume me, to make me feel every ounce of the pain and desire he feels inside. His lips taste like whiskey, rich and bitter at the same time. Beneath the alcohol, his lips are so sweet that kissing him makes my head spin.

“It smells sweet, like peaches.” He nodded, pleased with his pupil. “Try it.” I closed my eyes and took a small sip, letting the flavors coat my tongue. “It's bubbly and sweet like grape juice. There's no bite at the end at all-- it's almost like drinking candy.” “Do you like it?” Even without opening my eyes, I could feel his hopeful gaze upon me. He had chosen this wine specifically for me. “I love it.” I opened my eyes, smiling as I dove into his. “What is it?”

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.

“Yes…” He smiled softly, his eyes warm and hazy from the drinks. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. He leaned in slowly, and our lips met. The kiss was soft at first, gentle and sweet, like he was savoring the moment. His lips were warm and slightly sweet from the cocktail, moving tenderly against mine. I felt a rush of warmth spread through my chest, making my stomach flutter. His hand came up to gently cup the side of my face, his thumb brushing my cheek as he tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss just a little.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

I didn't want to dwell on her words because I could feel the effect of the alcohol. I turned up some music and one of my favourites came on, Skin by Rihanna and I decided it wouldn't harm anyone if I danced. I had one my glass in one hand and I started to dance occasionally taking a sip of my drink. I continued dancing to some other slow songs and drinking. When I finally turned around towards the door, there was Cole staring at me. I stood there frozen looking at him. He moved towards me so fast that I had no time to think when he grabbed me and kissed me.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her: