Novel & Cerita Electric Kiss

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.

Every now and then, it sends an electric shock through me, at the same time that the pads and nipple clamps do. My moans get louder, tears falling from my eyes, as Jackson kisses my lips. “Don’t hold back, Kitten. You say that word if you need to.” I don’t want to. This feels amazing, just so intense. I don’t want it to stop. Working together, they push me to the point of insanity, my mind screaming, my body needing more. The orgasms keep coming; as soon as one passes, another starts to rise. Jackson grabs a leather paddle, metal studs on one side. I watch as he plugs it in. He swings it. When the paddle impacts my skin, it sends a shock of electricity through me.

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.

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.

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.