Drunk Kisses Novels & Stories

I felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra

HELENA’S POV It was a sweet buttery kiss, his mouth tasted like a mixture of cotton candy and scotch, it was different from the usual hardened whiskey. I was too drunk to care, I thought it was Dante so I allowed myself to lean properly into him, into his hardened torso and strong arms holding unto the curve of my waist. I closed my eyes, the wind blowing through and the scent of moss and old brick stone wafting through the air, just until my eyes fluttered open in the middle of the kiss and my eyes met with one that shone in the darkness in fury.

Amara POV: Viktor Dragovic wants to make a deal with me? That’s fucking hilarious. I’ve killed men with more brains and less ego. He thinks tossing money and whispers my way will get my attention? He has no idea who he’s playing with. Still, I couldn’t help but grin as I stared at the encrypted message glowing on the screen: “The Devil offers a meeting. Midnight. Iron Citadel.” Drama much? I leaned back on the hotel couch, swirling cheap whiskey in a glass. My black boots were muddy from last night’s kill, blood still crusted on the laces. I hadn’t bothered cleaning them. Why would I? The mess was half the art.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

I whispered, my eyes fixed on his lips, longing for the connection. With no more hesitation, Drex closed the distance between us. Our lips met, and it was electric. His kiss was passionate, his lips moving with a blend of roughness and tenderness. I surrendered to the intensity of the moment, our mouths exploring each other as the world outside faded into insignificance. Drex's tongue sought entry into my mouth, and I granted it willingly, the taste of beer mingling with our shared desire. It was a deliciously intoxicating blend, and as the kiss deepened, it was impossible to resist the chemistry between us. Yum!

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

She had never thought words like that could make her hot and wet so quick. Francis leaned down and claimed her lips instantly earning a moan from her. Her brains literally went off from his sensational touch and heart melting kisses. She loved his kisses although they literally made her loose her sanity. He shoved his tongue into her mouth which she gladly accepted, she wrapped her arms around his neck wanting to taste him more and better.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

he smirks and lurges towards me, his lips crashes into mine in a fierce and possessive kiss his tongue lavishes my mouth with the hottest kiss i have ever had in my life considering the fact that this was my First Kiss A normal girl would want her first it to be with someone special to ber and in a more romantic manner, I concluded that i wasn't normal the minute I found myself enjoying Draven's hard kisses " Draven stop..." I try to push him past me afraid of my body dancing to his tune and betraying me, or wanting him to touch me if in places he shouldn't " be mine and I might stop" he stares at me as if daring me to say no

His fingers gently traced the outline of Drishti's lips, sending shivers down her spine. With a surge of passion, Drishti leaned in and captured Shravan's mouth in a searing kiss. Their lips danced in a passionate tango, their tongues intertwining with fervour. The taste of red wine lingered on their tongues, adding an extra layer of intoxication to their embrace.