Batman Kisses Novels & Stories

"I've told you many times, close your eyes when we kiss, or my beard will scratch you." There was something so childish, so urgent about him—it was clear how deeply he adored her, almost to the point of obsession. Tessa bit her lip. "I haven't eaten yet." Benedict's gaze darkened. "The chestnuts or me?" The rest of his words vanished into their kiss. In the cramped space, the sound of their kiss filled the air—intimate, breathless, and unrestrained. He was maddeningly good at it, the kind of kisser who made every sound feel indecent.

Mel's POV "I've been missing you all day," Jaxon rasps, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to fuck this bald little pussy of yours." His lips trail a path of fire along my neck, eliciting an embarrassingly loud moan from my lips. "But I don't like your body on display for anyone else to see. You're mine." He continues his assault, nipping and sucking his way up my neck, across my jaw, until our lips finally meet in a frenzied of open-mouthed kisses. I kiss him with equal hunger, lost in the intoxicating dance of our bodies and desires.

Ella hear was beating really fast, she did not understand the feeling yet she loved it. Cupping her face with his hand, Francis lifted them to meet his. "I told you not to bite your lips, didn't I?" Francis asks her. "Yes you did," Ella replied, her voice were husky and low. "Then why did you bite them?" The Death lord asked her. Ella said nothing. "If you bite them, you make me want to touch you and..." He trailed of not wanting to scare her with his words. After some seconds of Silence, Francis leaned in and kissed Ella. Once his lips met hers, he felt a jolt of electricity down his spine. He felt a strong feeling within him, her lips wer soft against him and he loved the feel of her soft

I said “Even if you become busy after you take over your businesses, we can meet and spend time like this. There’s no need to think like we won’t see each other after you achieve whatever you are struggling with.” He remained silent. “By the way, what does your family do? Though we are becoming close, I still feel we are distant.” “So, you want to know about me?” he asked, to which I nodded my head in reply. “If you want my information, you should also give me something. Give it and get the information.” “What?” I narrowed my eyebrows. He came so closer to me that made me bend a little back. The look that could easily scare anyone was back on his face and he put his palm beside me making a t

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.

He alighted and got the door for us, and we alighted, but while I made for the massive ground, Laura stayed back and stole a couple of kisses from the man, before coming after me. “Hey, do you want to get lost in this massive square?”. She said behind me. I spurned around to see her, standing behind me with her hand on her waist. I’ve always viewed myself as weak for any man’s gripping fingers, but here I am with a woman that had fingers that could grab men and make love to them when and where she wants. “Why were you flirting with the chauffeur?”. I posed. She made faces. “Betty, when you go to Rome, behave like Romans”. She replied and, like a mother, she held my hand and pulled me to the

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it anymore we are rich, you and me! There is no poor person among us." Without a word, he drew closer, gently placing a hand on my cheek, his touch both comforting and burning. Romain brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss, hesitant at first, but which quickly transformed into a flamboyant declaration of passion. His hands explored my arms, tracing imaginary curves that awakened a deep desire within me.

"I did give you everything." "No," Katerina said. She moved with precision and fury and heartbreak. "I gave myself to you. And I'm taking it back." She landed a devastating blow. Dimitri went down to one knee. He looked up at her and laughed. Actually laughed. "You still don't understand. You can never escape me. I'm in your bones. I'm in every breath. I own you." "You did," Katerina said. Her voice was hollow. Final. "But she doesn't. And that's enough."

"You kiss with your whole soul," Binta breathed, her fathomless black eyes peering into his. "What's the point if you don't?" Zach asked, smiling. "And kissing a woman like you, how could I not. I could get lost for a long time in your kisses," Zach added, lifting her, hearing a slight gasp of surprise as he fastened his lips on one of her hard, thick nipples, feeling her legs tighten around his back as he suckled and softly chewed, her gasps a combination of delight and pain as he took his time, first one, then the other before lowering her down for another kiss, supporting her with one arm around her back while his other hand reached down to guide his cock to her pussy, feeling her moan so

After explaining, Xyla Quest started chuckled in a low voice. “Like this…” Stanley Batton said calmly. After that, he rolled over with a satisfied look on his face. He held Xyla tightly in his arms. Xyla couldn’t resist chuckling a little. “Do you know what you look like now?” “What?” Stanley asked. “You look like a giant pot of jealousy… The kind that’s filled to the brim… Mmph…” Before Xyla could finish her sentence, a passionate kiss silenced her.