Blood One Night Kiss Novels & Stories

Connor Martin sealed his heartfelt words with a very passionate kiss. THE END

“Oh baby, you're so sweet!* Fiona gushed and began peppering his face with kisses. My stomach churned as I took in the sight and I looked away, tears blinding my vision. How could such a beautiful night turn into a horror movie? “Come on Naomi, you didn't honestly think I'd marry you, did you? You're way beneath my level and you can't give me or my family anything.” I had heard enough. I wiped my face with my hands and turned just as a waitress passed by with a tray loaded with glasses filled with champagne. I wasn't going down without a fight, I thought as I picked one off the tray and flung it at Eric. He didn't expect it and it hit him right in his face and trickled down to his suit. “I w

The scent of blood lingered between our heavy breaths. “I am your family now. Your husband. Don't ever go anywhere without telling me. Trust me, I'll lose my mind next time.” His thumb grazed my bottom lip with a touch as light as a whisper. He smeared the blood from my lip before pulling his hand away. With his eyes still fixed on mine, he brought the stain to his own lips. He licked the red drop, tasting it slowly. Felix Night was crazy. *** LISA

I mutter as I caress the silken strands between my fingers. His eyes grow hooded as he gazes intently into mine. I know the expression he wears very well by now. It’s the look he gets when he wants to ravish me. Pressing forward, I slide my hands down his chest and kiss his jaw. His breathing quickens, and his eyes dilate with desire as he pulls me closer. We kiss for several minutes until we’re both nearly breathless. It’s only when he pulls back and utters the words that I’ve feared hearing that reality crashes around me. “Tonight is the night of the blood moon. Tonight, I go to war with Lucifer.”

I think. "No, you are delusional." I stand up, and so does he. He grabs me by my shoulders and pulls me in. His mouth invades mine and I don't resist. I respond back. His kiss is desperate. Lustful. Passionate. Fiery. He pulls my body towards his. My clothes get damp by his body. I grab him tightly too. My hands go up to his beach blond hair and gently pull at it. He moans on my mouth. I'm barely breathing, but I can't stop. I don't want to stop. His hands are on my back and quickly travel south and firmly grab my bottom, pushing my butt cheeks forward, making me closer to him. I pull on his hair again, harder. He stops kissing me and leans back, exposing his neck to me. I don't think twice

I tremble under their heated gaze, knowing this is the night we will complete the bond between us. Damon steps forward first, lowering me onto the mattress as he kisses me. Hands are on my skin, but I don’t know whose are whose, and I don’t care. Their mouths trace every inch of me, kissing and nipping along my skin. Victor settles between my legs, pressing himself against my entrance. Damon claims my mouth, while Victor slowly pushes inside me. I moan against Damon’s lips, my back arching off the bed. Each stroke of Victor’s cock, each flick of Damon’s tongue against my skin, pushes me closer to the edge. Victor’s pace is slow and punishing. My fingers dig into his kiss trying to urge

At his touch, I closed my eyes and pretended I was in Professor Pops' basement, kissing Gabe. The boy deepened the kiss, grabbing my shoulders, pulling me on top of him, just like Gabe. My pulse pounded rapidly. My need was strong. I wanted to take this boy's blood - all of it. I straddled Kevin, tilting his chin up with one hand.

My mother walked over and wrapped her arms around me from behind. She rested her chin on my shoulder and spoke through a choked voice. “It doesn't matter. My daughter is the most beautiful bride in the world.” Julian pushed open the door and came in. He dropped to one knee in front of me and carefully adjusted the hem of my gown. “Suzy, you look beautiful.” He looked up at me, his eyes filled with awe and affection. I smiled at him. On the night before the wedding, the pain was so intense that I couldn't sleep.

he coaxed, his lips already claiming hers in a heated kiss. "Lion… someone might see us… don't…" Chloe murmured in protest, trying to push away the hand slipping beneath her neckline. Her resistance was futile. Within moments, she was utterly disarmed by his passionate kisses, her body melting under his touch. The heated atmosphere in the room intensified as their entwined bodies became lost in the moment. Bang, bang, bang! A loud knock on the door jolted them both back to reality. Lionel frowned, his dark eyes flashing with frustration. His lips lingered against Chloe's shoulder, unwilling to part.

She tried to step back, but my grip held firm. The tension thickened, the space between us disappearing. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, her breath hitching as I pulled her even closer. She swallowed hard, her hands lightly pressing against my chest. “Damien…” I didn’t reply. Instead, my fingers slid along her waist, guiding her in a slow, deliberate movement. My other hand lifted to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. And in that moment, a flash of our one-night stand burned through my mind.