Bath Body Dark Kiss Novels & Stories

"I want you to walk down that aisle tomorrow knowing that every inch of you belongs to me." He set the bowl aside. He didn't use a vibrator. He didn't use a tapper. He used his hands, his mouth, and the raw, unyielding power of his own body. He began to kiss me—not the slow, soft kisses from earlier, but a deep, demanding assault that tasted of something overwhelming dark and intoxicating, just like him.

Killian snarled into my mouth, cutting off my breath as his lips descended upon mine in a fierce, carnal collision. The kiss was not gentle. It was a dark, possessive tempest of raw fire and unchained shadows, born of a protective fury so deep it bordered on agony. His teeth grazed my lower lip, demanding entrance, and the moment I parted my lips with a ragged whimper, his primordial magic flooded into my mouth—dark, velvety, and endlessly deep. He kissed me as if he were trying to consume the memory of the blood-stained well right out of my throat, his hands digging into the midnight leather of my combat tunic, pulling me up into his body until my feet dangled inches above the floor.

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.

I lifted his shirt as he lifted mine our lips parted to remove the barriers that our bodies held. He gently lay me down on the bed and gazed hungrily over every inch of my body, his ocean-blue eyes went dark like the sea in the middle of a storm. “You’re beautiful,” DK whispered, voice low and hoarse. DK’s lips found mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hand trailed every inch of my body sending electric waves all over me. His lips left mine as he slowly traveled down my body. He hovered over my breast, his hot breath hitting my nipples making my already pebbled nipples harder. He took it in his mouth while he made sure his other hand gave my other breast the attention it needed.

Warm water ran down my arms, back, and between my thighs—yet a shiver tore through me when his dick pressed against my ass. I didn’t say anything else after that, my forehead was pressed against the tiles along with my palms, while Kyler did what he wanted. He let go of me, and out of the corner of my eyes, I watched as he reached for my body wash. There was a soft slide as he pressed a generous amount of it into his palm. “Hey, that isn’t cheap you know…” “Tch.” he scoffed. “I could always buy you more, Princess,” he pressed a kiss on my shoulder with a low hum as he worked it into a lather… and then his touch returned to me.

I held onto him, afraid he’d disappear if I didn’t. He lifted me onto the edge of the tub, my skin a light contract to the obsidian beneath. The hard material was cool and made me sit a little straighter. My skin was a light contract to the obsidian beneath. He spread my legs wide and every muscle below my belly clenched as he filled the space between them. Every muscle below my belly clenched. Dane leaned forward and swallowed my lips. Greedily, I returned his kiss, needy for his body against mine. His tongue darted into my mouth and I wrapped my lips around it, bobbing my head back and forth as I sucked. He grunted, and as we pulled apart, steel stared at me through hooded eyes.

My skin was burning at his touch. "Your lips are so soft," he commented as his thumb rubbed against the lower part of my lip. He leaned in closer as his hand tilted my chin up. And the next thing I felt was his warm lips on mine. He tasted like mint and something sweet. I'm kissing Blake-fucking-Harrison! His other hand swiftly moved to grip my back, pulling me closer to him. My own hands flew up and held him by his shoulder blades. He was all rock-hard muscles. "Mmhm," he murmured, a sign that he liked my touch.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin gleamed under the moonlight as he approached. Aminata turned, eyes dark with hunger. “I don’t want the tourist version,” she whispered. “I want the real one.” Khalid smiled darkly. He closed the distance and pulled her into a deep, commanding kiss, his large hands sliding under the bikini to explore her curves. The contrast between his scorching palms and the warm sea breeze on her exposed skin made her shiver. He slowly peeled the bikini off her body, letting it fall. The warm tropical air kissed her naked skin while his burning touch left trails of fire wherever he caressed.

He leaned down, and his lips crashed against mine in a sudden, violent explosion of dark fury. The kiss was hot, breathless, and completely suffocating. It wasn't gentle; it was a dominant, territorial claim. The intense physical heat radiating from his large body instantly rushed through my veins, completely melting the freezing chill of the room. His mouth tasted like rich soot-leaf tea and pure, wild winter storm. His thumb pressed hard against my jaw, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss, his large fingers tangling into my damp hair.