Beckett Castle First Kiss Novels & Stories

He said, “I love you, Becca.” Rebecca was disappointed by his resistance. After he gave her the ring, he never did so again and she was dying for it. “I love you too and since you haven’t made a move, can I kiss you?” She asked shyly. Ace’s heart warmed. He did not want to take advantage but that was what she wanted and he could not deny her when he had already stolen her first kiss. “Anytime darling,” He responded, just as their lips met.

“That’s where I met him. Damon. He was older. Mysterious. Dangerous. I was drawn towards him in the way moths are drawn to flames.” She clenched her fists. “Our first dance… he didn’t ask. He just took my hand, pulled me close, and moved like he owned the floor. Owned me. I should’ve run. I didn’t.” The moonlight cast shadows across her face as if echoing her pain. “Our first kiss happened that same night. He tasted like sin. I thought I was merely smitten by his devilish charms, but I didn’t know I was sinking into hell.” Her voice dropped, soft and raw.

Just as she was about to turn around, Rain accidentally bumped into a man. The man suddenly lowered his head, took Rain's hand, and kissed it politely as Jace had done to the young girl. Rain is stunned. She wanted to withdraw her hand but then remembered that she was in a mixed world between medieval and modern. She let him kiss the back of her hand and gently let go. "It is an honour to meet you, future Queen of the Daarkwood Kingdom," the man greeted. "Introducing, I am the Duke of Fleming." The man smiled and showed a pair of fangs sticking out between his lips. Rain was startled and flinched back. Suddenly someone grabbed her waist from behind. When Rain turned her head, it was Jace.

I replied, pushing past her. As I approached the front, the room fell silent, all eyes on me. Without hesitation, I reached up and grabbed the guest by the collar, pulling him down into a kiss. The shock rippled through the room, but he didn't resist. His lips were warm, firm, and surprisingly gentle against mine. For a brief, electrifying moment, the world fell away, and I felt more powerful than I ever had in my life.

She promised to meet me by my locker with Starliss, minus Neo because that dude will go straight to punching before I can speak. I kept my books in my locker and was in the process of shoving my bag into it when my locker slammed shut against my fingers. I let out a loud cry of pain, one that attracted the entire hall. I looked at who slammed the locker and almost felt my heart sink. It was Begonia Alexandre, a top fan of Zayne Verlice. She was the owner of all his fan clubs, both online and physical. Everyone knew how obsessed she was with him, especially that one time he kissed her. His brother dared him to kiss a girl, and he accidentally kissed the wrong girl. Queen Obsession mentally co

She put her hand over my heart and all of my senses narrowed to the one little spot where she touched me. “Rip,” she whispered. Fuck! What was wrong with me? My eyes dropped to her mouth and I was instantly drawn in, slowly lowering my head until my lips brushed over hers. Her eyes fluttered closed at the same time she pressed against me more, giving me the okay I needed to increase the pressure of our kiss like I desperately wanted to. A loud squeal from the blankets had me breaking our kiss as Becky clapped her hands together. “Daddy Rip, you kissed Mama Naomi,” Becky giggled.

Then, something about last night teased my head. I remembered bits and pieces of me crying in the middle of the night while Damon gently ran warm towels all over my face, neck, arms, and legs. Realization hits me instantly. Damon was not here. And Damon would not do that. He has always been careful around me, as if I were a fragile thing made of porcelain. He did not even kiss me like his brother did - demanding and giving at the same time. My lids flew open when I realized that Damian had taken my first real kiss. One that should have been my husband’s.

Right before I think my knees are going to give out, he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. “You’re gorgeous, Ainsley. And that’s how I would want to kiss you.” His warm breath tickles my lips. “If I weren’t your brother.” “You’re pretty hot yourself, Beckett. And I would really like a kiss like that… if I weren’t your sister.” Beckett’s intense stare softens, and his ears prick at a sound outside the room. “Mom’s coming.” He drags me to the table and sits me in a chair. He moves three seats away, sits down, and puts his feet up on the seat next to him, picking at his fingernails as if nothing happened.

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.