Electric Kiss Novels & Stories

My lips trace along her bare back, slowly. Each shiver she gives me becomes a call to go further. I kiss the hollow of her back, I bite her skin until I mark her. I want her to know that after this night, she will belong only to me. She moans. Weakly. Like a plea. "More..." I smile. She is mine. --- Élise He takes me without haste. His gestures are slow, almost cruel in how they awaken unbearable sensations. I arch beneath him, ashamed of this pleasure devouring me.

“You misunderstand. I am representing you because I can’t stand by and watch a gross miscarriage of justice. Nor can I allow the woman I intend to pursue, ardently I might add, to suffer against obviously false charges.” When put like that … Before she could reply, firm lips pressed against hers, stealing words and breath. No time to react. No time to reciprocate. The electric touch was there one moment, gone the next. “What was that?” “Since I didn’t have a contract, I sealed our deal with a kiss.” With a naughty wink, he strode away from her and back to the elevator. She stared at his receding back. Even in a suit, the rear of him shouted, I’m hot!

“Show us how you would use it. I’m not stopping, but I want you to show me.” Kai whispers in Eliza’s ear, and she gulps. She snatches it from Ash, who grins and puts his hands on her hips to support her as she turns to find the right controls for the dratted thing. Once it’s on, she cycles through the settings until she finds the one she wants. It’s a pulsing jet. Meant for massages, not pleasuring oneself. Kai stops for a moment. Ash’s eyes are deep red and his fangs are showing, he sighs,

His hands slid down my back, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my body, before settling on my hips, pulling me closer. The kiss feels electrifying, a heady mix of urgency and tenderness that consumes me. Ray’s lips are warm and demanding against mine, igniting a fire that spreads through every inch of my body. His kiss is both an assertion of possession and an invitation to surrender, drawing me deeper into the moment. The softness of his lips and the firm grip of his hands on my face create an intimate cocoon, shutting out the world outside.

Then I stood, crashing my mouth to hers, allowing her to taste herself before pulling away, just as she leaned in for more. “What are you doing?” Her voice was barely a whisper. I leaned in, lips almost touching, “Pleasing you. Isn’t that my job?” No response. My hands opened the drawer, pulling out the e-stim wand—something to make her cry for a release. “What’s that?” “Your favorite toy.” I kissed her, stopping her from speaking, and without warning I pressed the wand against her clit, low pulse at first. Her body jerked, a sharp gasp ripping from her throat as her thighs trembled, the cuffs rattling above her head.

Then, without warning, Logan’s lips crashed down on hers. The kiss was electrifying, a surge of raw energy that left Izzy breathless. His lips were firm and demanding, claiming hers with an intensity that sent shockwaves through her entire body. She could feel his strength, his power in the way he held her, the way his mouth moved against hers. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before—wild, consuming, and utterly overwhelming.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

He steps forward and brushes his fingers over my cheek, igniting a fire that spreads through my body. “Athena,” he says, his voice filled with longing as he drops his lips to mine. Sparks shoot through my whole body as he kisses me, a jolt of electricity that leaves me breathless; I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as we deepen the kiss. He holds my neck with one hand, his other hand leaving a burning trail down my back as our tongues meet in a fierce, desperate clash.

The contact sent electricity racing through her body. "They can't keep you," she whispered. Jax caught her fingers, bringing them to his lips. The kiss was soft but his eyes promised fire. Even behind bars, the pull between them burned hotter than ever. He glanced at the empty hallway then pulled her closer, their mouths meeting through the gap in a desperate kiss. Tongues tangled, needy and deep. His free hand reached through, palming her breast, thumb circling her nipple until it hardened. Elara gasped into his mouth, pressing closer, wishing the bars would vanish.

"Do it." He kissed me—not the slow, territorial reclamation of the past, but a desperate, final surge of energy. As our lips met, I felt a sharp, localized spike in the "Sync" band. He wasn't providing a code; he was transferring a massive electrical load from the backup terminal through his own body, using our physical connection as a conductor. The air around us began to hum with a lethal frequency. "Now!" he roared into the kiss.