Electric Kiss Novels & Stories

Additionally, what the hell goes on with this policeman? "close your eyes!" Kevin's heat breath all of sudden sprayed on Arosh's ears, as though an electric powered modern passed thru her frame. Arosh immediately felt numb. Kevin bit Arosh's earlobe. Arosh's frame appeared to have softened and he or she closed her eyes obediently.

I was having a hard time breathing I was so nervous and excited for this moment. Gabe leaned in. He didn’t kiss my cheek this time, though, he brought his lips straight to mine. A burst of electricity filled the air, exploding all around us. His kiss took my breath away and my knees went weak. I brought my hands to his shoulders and pulled myself closer to him.

he breathes, and I hate that his voice this close, this low, does something to my pulse that has nothing to do with fear. We crouch there in the dark, his chest against my back, his hand still resting at my hip like he's forgotten to remove it, or maybe he hasn't forgotten at all. I can feel every breath he takes. I try very hard not to think about that. The door creaks open. Light spills across the floor below us. “Hello?” A voice.... Coach Ellery, from the sound of it. Footsteps echo across the rink floor, unhurried, searching. “Anyone in here? I thought I heard something.”

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

I tried to assure him. He pulled himself out of the hug, cupped my cheeks, and asked looking into my eyes “Serena if this is the last moment we have, what do you want to do?” “But this is not the last moment…” “I want to kiss you.” He cut me off. “Can I do it?” he licked his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. The way he said ‘Kiss' was enough to make any girl submit to him. I could not say I was an exception as his words aroused my feelings.

I wanted to be possessed by Kaden Delacourt! He peered into my eyes. I could hear him grunt lowly, as though he was having a fight of his life trying not to lose control. "Fuck it, Ava. I can't fight this anymore." And with that said, he captures my lips in a firm kiss. An electric sensation ignites whenever we touch, erupting my skin in a tingling, pleasant fire. It's like a chain reaction, making my heart pound again in my chest, along with my muscles relaxing instantly. I could feel electricity run all over my whole body, all my senses were in a flux state. completely sent on overdrive. The sweet sensation of his kiss consumed me. His scent and his cold touch made me grow weak and needy.

When Connor finally accepted that I would never return, he drowned himself in alcohol. Sometimes, in his drunken stupor, he would curse my name, calling me a cruel woman for how I had treated Belinda. But more often, he would scream for me, stumbling into the ice chamber where my corpse was kept, pressing desperate kisses against my decaying flesh. Even I, the owner of that body, found it revolting. When his drinking began interfering with his duties, the elders could no longer stand idly by. They summoned Belinda, hoping she could pull him from his downward spiral.

she whispered, her eyes blazing, grabbing his shirt, pulling him in. She kissed him, fierce, desperate, a fire to shut his doubts. Kai’s hands cupped her face, his lips hungry, their third kiss a surrender to passion. They stumbled to the couch, her fingers in his hair, his hands on her waist, their bodies pressed, the world fading to their need. Her tank top lifted, his shirt unbuttoned, their touches urgent, a line crossed—until guilt surged, the summit, Dante’s scheme, Alessio’s secret a shadow.

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.

ELISE Kieran stands tall before me, his grip firm on the whip with the predator’s gleam still glinting in his gaze. There’s no warmth in it. Only calculation, hunger, and cruel amusement. His shirt remains smooth, revealing parts of the lean muscle of his chest and the ridges of his abdomen flexing with each breath. Then it snaps through the air without warning. The sharp sting lands directly across my clit. “Fuck!!” I cry out, my body jolting upward as if struck by lightning, accompanied by the heat that floods my limbs.