Drunk Kisses Novels & Stories

she slurred softly, her voice barely audible. "What is it?" Linc smirked, urging her to continue. A small, drunken smile played on her lips as she whispered, her thumb absentmindedly tracing his cheek. "I've had way too much to drink, while you haven't even touched yours." His smirk widened, and he chuckled at her realization. "That's right, baby girl. You're drunk, and now, you're all mine," he said, a mischievous tone underlying his words. Without hesitation, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss, taking advantage of her intoxicated state.

I downed hard while holding onto its length, feeling like I couldn't fully encompass its size even with both hands. "A-aaah, Keira," he moaned when my hand took over his, mimicking his up-and-down motions, "Fvck, Keira, you drivin' me crazy!" he moaned again, clutching the wall behind me. I liked his reaction, so I quickened the movements of my hand. "A-aaah—shít!" Drake cursed, trying to stop me, so I looked at him, and our eyes met before he pulled me into a rough and wild kiss. The kiss was filled with intensity and desire.

My longing for him drived me easily in heat. A moan escaped from me when I felt him squeeze my waist. He broke away from the kiss for a moment. "Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, then kissed me again. I can taste the alcohol on his lips. I miss his kisses, I miss these lips. They feel so tender, so warm and so soft. They were moving fast and hungry. He bit my lower lip, and when I opened my mouth his tongue quickly found its way in, dominating my mouth. I moaned again. I was pressed against the door when he leaned closer.

He knew it was intimate, but I didn't pull away, so he continued. Drake opened his eyes as Kha kissed my toes. After a second he chuckled. "Well... I didn't expect that to be a cure for a hangover." Kha stopped kissing my toes, and Drake sank back down. "Great, it only works apparently when you're kissing her. The relief goes away the second you stop." Kha sighed and pulled my cast hand to his lips, resting them on my fingers. He asked Drake, "Why are you damn hungover? You never drink like this."

She kissed me, and it wasn’t sweet or chaste or gentle, it was desperate and claiming and hers. And fuck me, I felt the heat soak through her panties where she pressed against my abs. I groaned, deep and feral. “You’re killing me, woman.” Draken chuckled somewhere behind me, and Riven let out a strangled noise. “Why the hell are you so huge now?! Dude, what the fuck?!” Dee grinned against my mouth, then started covering my face in kisses like she couldn’t decide where to land next. Kael was smirking now, the tension breaking slightly, and even he looked relieved.

I finally say and look into her honey brown eyes that are now darker than usual. " You were driving me crazy you know? Seeing you dancing like that made me think of dirty things." he says next to me, placing one of his hands on my waist and raising the other one from my arm to my face. I feel his breathing next to mine and the heart rate stops gradually, any movement or attitude there, I would already be even more surrendered. I look down quickly at her semi-open pink lips, and I want them next to mine at the same time and I confess, not everyone has those lips. And that's when Hunted by Beyoncé plays, we kiss. The taste of vodka and whiskey mix and it warms my body that burns even more with

And as I deepened the kiss, savoring the shiver that ran through her fingers against my cheek… I saw him. Through the glass panel of the hospital door. Drake. Standing there. Silent. Shattered. His hands curled into fists. His face drained of blood. His eyes locked on us. On me. And I knew he saw it all. I kissed her harder. Longer. Letting every groan of passion echo through the thin walls, knowing he could hear. Knowing he was bleeding. Her fingers tangled in my hair. And through the kiss, I opened my eyes just a fraction…

It was like we were connected in a way that neither of us fully understood, but neither of us questioned. Then, his eyes snapped open, and in that instant, everything shifted. We both leaned in at the same time, the space between us disappearing as if it had never been there at all. Our lips crashed together with a desperation that took me by surprise. His mouth was warm, tasting of the whiskey he’d been drinking, and I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped me as our kiss deepened. It was messy, needy, driven by the alcohol coursing through our veins and the heat of the moment. A drunk kiss with Kaiser. What the fuck am I doing?

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

But her body betrayed her again—skin tingling where his breath touched, blood rushing hot and confused. She forced words out, trembling but defiant. “You can threaten me all you want, Dante. But you’ll never break me.” He paused, searching her face with unnerving patience. Then, unexpectedly, his mouth curved into a predator’s smile. “That’s what I like about you.” Before she could move, his hand slid beneath her chin, tilting her face up. His mouth descended, claiming hers in a kiss nothing like the one at dinner. This one was raw, punishing, ruthless. His lips pressed hard, his tongue forcing past her resistance until she gasped. Her fists shoved against his chest, but he was immovable, un