Blaze Kisses Silver Novels & Stories

A small school of silver fish flitted across the sand before disappearing from my sight. Bastian floated next to me, sitting on his own board as he looked at the horizon. The sun was coming up gold and setting the sky aflame. I gasped. It was magical to be out here, floating with my feet in the water as the sun came up. Just as the last inches of the giant ball of light left the horizon, he leaned over and kissed me. I closed my eyes, feeling his warm tongue and tasting the salt of the ocean while the sun heated my skin. No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue.

"If, and only if, you agree to my condition." Tessy stood up from her position on the ground and looked at him, her hands still positioned in a begging stance. "What condition? Is it to help you clean, do your assignments, wash your clothes and car for…" She trailed off when she noticed the look Blaze was giving her. It was a hungry one, and if she wasn't mistaken, a sultry look of lust. Her mouth formed an o shape when his eyes slowly raked over her body before they finally rested on her hazel eyes.

“Besides, you promised you wouldn't use it.” “Whoa- I'm not talking about that boat.” Leo held up his hands defensively. “I have other boats. I don't know if you knew this, but I am a billionaire.” “So, which one?” I crossed my arms, feeling the water pool between my breasts. “Silver Lightning.” His mouth was smug, knowing that I couldn't object to this boat. It was a luxury speed boat that had been in several movies. She had the ability to fly across the water so smoothly it was like sailing on glass. Plus, she was safe.

She smiled into the kiss, removing Lance's old memory, filling him with all the romantic memories she had with Baddley— Except, he would see himself doing those things to her instead of Baddley. Lance moaned into the kiss, his fingers caressing her back softly. They went lower and rested on her bottom, squeezing them roughly. A tingle rippled through Violet and she lost control, giving into Lance's fingers. He squeezed her bottom tightly and bit her buttom lip before tracing his fingers down her neck. He ran his fingers around her chest and Violet broke the kiss. She inhaled deeply and exhaled. “My love, why do you stop?” Violet shuddered at the look of passion in Lance's eyes. She staggered

she whispered to him, suppressing the moan that tried to escape from her lips. In a nanosecond, Francis carried her with his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, finally claiming her lips. He moaned from the kiss, as he felt so hot from it. Everytime he kissed her, it was as if fire and ice met and both succumbed to the pressure, becoming one. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, tasting her as both tongues fought for dominance. It felt as if it was the first time kissing her and it seems she had gotten better than before.

I poured all my frustration, my hope, and my longing into that contact. Then, the hesitation in him broke. He returned the kiss just as fiercely as I was giving it. His hand moved to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair to hold me there, and for that moment, the road to Silver Fang didn't matter. The rejection didn't matter. There was only the heat of the kiss and the reality that, for better or worse, we were bound together.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

That was the most dangerous part of all. “I suggest,” Adrian said calmly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade, “you let go of her before this becomes something neither of us can control.” Rowan’s grip tightened slightly, not enough to hurt just enough to make a statement. “I’m not the one trying to control anything,” he replied. My pulse spiked. The bond reacted instantly, heat surging between us, sharp and alive. Lyra pressed forward, restless, alert. They’re both staking ground. The doors opened.

Watching and praying not be involved in these mess. Phil approached Carlo slowly now, then crouched before him. “You should be grateful,” he murmured while Carlo struggled violently beneath the pressure. Phil's narrowed faintly."Because BloodFall Luna survived.” A pause, then his smile vanished completely. “Otherwise… there would be no Silverfang Pack left by sunrise.” Carlo’s breathing became ragged beneath the crushing pressure. His fingers dug violently into the shattered floor as he struggled to lift himself, but the more he resisted, the heavier Phil's aura became.

But then Bastian leaned in and pressed his lips to the curve of my neck right where it met my shoulder and every thought evaporated from my brain. Where his mark was! His mouth was warm and soft and he knew exactly where to kiss to make my breath catch. His other hand slid into my hair gently tugging my head back to give him better access and I couldn’t stop the small sound that escaped my throat. “There she is,” he murmured against my skin. “That’s the Silver we remember. The one who responds so perfectly when we touch her.” Caspian’s hands slid higher pushing the silk up my thighs and I grabbed his shoulders without thinking.