Catman From Kiss Novels & Stories

She came onto me again, and this time, I let her gush all over me. After some frantic kissing that made me feel like vomiting, I wanted to give up. Her kissing wasn't just floppy, she sounded like a cow. She didn't smell right, and her eyes lacked the luster of a wanton woman. Though she was all over me, her eyes lacked the worship, and submission that made Katalina special. I could easily hear her brain tickling as she plotted her next move. It was nothing like Kitty who would just throw herself at me like she couldn't live without my touch. I wanted to end it all and go back to the club, but the fear of being impotent kept me going.

he tries to pull her towards him, but Kitty deftly dodges and says that he is still punished. “Go take a shower, young man… you stink of someone else’s woman.” She wrinkles her nose and begins to dress. - I'll take a little walk with Tapi, I'll run to the store and come back. OK? “I love you, Keith…” he says as she stands in the doorway. - And I love you, Tomcat - an air kiss ...

I whisper, nuzzling into her ear and seeing the corners of her mouth tug into a smile. “I love you too,” she answers, and I pull down her shirt before lifting her from my still throbbing cock. “You guys done fucking?” Kon’s voice comes through the link. “I’m bored; hurry the fuck up.” I chuckle at my brother’s retort. “Fine, asshole,” I say, leaning over and kissing Caterina as she pulls up her jeans, knowing she was still filled up with me. “Next time, I want to taste you while you’re driving,” she says as if it’s the most natural thing to say to a man as if it didn’t give me another fucking excuse to drive off.

The only sound is the drumming of our hearts and panting breaths. This is really happening; my mate is going to claim me. But I haven’t forgiven him yet, The sporadic thoughts are drowned out by the purring of my feline as she welcomes the idea of our male mating us. Crimson’s body is upon mine once more, conflicting heat and sparks clash in passion. He takes me in a heated kiss and his hand finds the apex of my thighs. “So wet for me little kitten. I want to taste you, again.” He drops to his knees.

“My life was mapped out before you showed up and turned it upside down. After everything you’ve done to me, I’m still drawn to you. God, I can’t even think straight.” “Then don’t,” I say quickly. “Whoever we are outside can wait a little longer. I want to enjoy this moment with you.” My eyes drop to her lips, and my desire for her is overwhelming. I kiss her deeply, unable to get enough of her. The more I taste her lips, the more I want her. I could never get enough of Katarina. “I want you, Katarina,” I murmur. “I want you too,” she whispers, her kisses igniting a hunger inside me. Kris is stirred as well. He wants to feel his mate.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

“Damian…..whatever he did, he’s not worth it, let him go.” The sound of my kitten’s voice makes me halt, just as I feel her hands resting on mine and pulling me away from him. I let go and there’s no pity in her eyes for him, only admiration for me. I fucking lose it and grab her face, kissing her hungrily and passionately, knowing it’s the only thing that can fucking calm me down right now. SCARLETT His surprising kiss is passionate, hungry and angry at the same time. He kisses me roughly and possessively, consuming every inch of my lips like a voracious and starved beast devouring his favourite meal.

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.