Electric Kiss Novels & Stories

She screamed. “Attacking me with a shoe is an assault.” He grimly replied. “You insulted me Mr. Whoever you are. I have the right to be furious.” “You did the same to me. We're even.” “Let go of me!” Ember demanded. “I will after I prove to you I'm not gay.” He spat. Before she could react, his lips slammed to hers. The kiss was fierce and hot, magically turning her knees into jell-o. Voltages of electricity traveled from their joined lips down to the rest of her body parts. It only lasted for a second but it left her whole body shaking.

The contact was electric, a current of raw, untamed passion that arced between them. Her skin was hot to the touch, her body trembling with the same need that consumed him. She tilted her head back, her lips parting in a silent invitation, and he crushed his mouth to hers. The kiss was brutal, demanding, a clash of teeth and tongues as years of pent-up frustration and longing exploded in a torrent of raw emotion. He tasted her desperation, her hunger, and it fueled his own.

For now, it’s just us, the electricity between us, and the undeniable pull of our connection. *** Liliana's POV “I have questions,” Eamon murmurs against my neck, his voice dark and seductive. As his lips brush over the spot just above my collarbone, a jolt of electricity shoots through me, traveling straight to my most sensitive parts. It’s not painful, but it’s intense, almost overwhelming, and I have to bite back a gasp. That spot—where his lips linger—feels like a new discovery, an erotic trigger I never knew existed.

Ethan’s lips crashed into mine, catching me off guard. His kiss was urgent, heated, and filled with a force that made my head spin. I didn’t pull away—instead, I let myself sink into it, my body responding to his touch as his hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me even closer. The taste of vodka and wine lingered on his lips, mixing with the electric sensation of the kiss.

Katerina Electricity dances across my body as Sasha sets every nerve ending alight, and I feel tingling everywhere—even inside my mouth, like I've licked a battery. But Sasha's not finished yet. His tongue continues to probe my walls, driving against them like a battering ram. He rubs it on my inner roof, over and over, not stopping until I feel myself rising like a feather tossed on the wind. And with one final guttural cry that seems to be dragged out of my throat, I come.

"Did you think I wouldn't have a fail-safe for the network?" I felt the cold barrel of something hard press into the small of my back. Not a gun—a taser. "Unplug it," Ethan commanded. "Now. Or I let ten thousand volts decide your future." I looked at the stage. Kai was closing his eyes, his right hand moving faster now, the melody building into a storm. He was fighting. He was winning. "The crowd hears him, Ethan," I whispered, my heart freezing. "You can't take that back."

I whispered. He brings my hand to his lips and gives a warm kiss on the back of my hand. His kiss like an electric shock ran through my blood, making it boil. My body became tense, and my breathing was a little irregular. Why am I like this? Eros just kissed the back of my hand. Since when have I become weird like this? After Eros finished kissing the back of my hand, he smiled and looked at me with a gentle gaze, then said, “You need to know that for now. Please stay away from her, and don’t chat with Siska. You have to ignore her.”

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

“Good. Because we’re just getting started.” I pulled away from the kiss, eyes wide as I stared at him, still breathing hard. “Wait… what? Are you joking?” Ezekiel smiled, that dark, dominant glint still in his eyes. “Not really. But tomorrow… I’m going to be inside this pussy,” he said, his hand suddenly sliding between my thighs, cupping my soaked core possessively. I moaned sharply, my body jerking at the sudden contact. “Ah…!”

Eva whispered, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her palms, the seal over his heart pulsing with purple light. Kael captured her lips in a searing kiss, deep and demanding. His tongue explored her mouth, claiming every inch as his hands roamed her body. He lifted her easily, positioning her so she straddled his lap, their bodies aligned perfectly. The water made her skin slippery, heightening every sensation.