Elena Undone Kiss Novels & Stories

A moment later, before either of them knew what was happening, their lips brushed in a brief, accidental kiss. Elena stiffened where she sat, her breath faltering. It was her first kiss. Holden withdrew slightly, his deep, narrow eyes lingering on her reddened lips. His throat tightened. “I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice. Then—teasing, wicked— “Or… should I make it up to you with another kiss?” “I think…” Elena whispered, staring at him, “…I should slap you.” Holden’s lips curved, a soft chuckle escaping him.

Gritting her teeth together, Elena spoke in a broken face, tears streaming down from her eyes, " Just leave me alone like you did always, Vincent!! Why bother?? Just go the fuck away!" Vincent couldn't bear the tears in her eyes anymore. He lifted her up by her waist suddenly and kissed her lips aggressively. Elena let out a startled groan but she eventually gave up by kissing him back. A long reunion of lover had finally melted by a hungry kiss.

Their movements were synchronized, practiced, deliberate. Gabriel’s lips met hers in a fierce, claiming kiss. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, parting them. Elena’s head spun as she tasted the faintness of his cigar and the warmth of his mouth. Her fingers curled into the sheets, nails digging through the thick fabric. He deepened the kiss, tongue seeking, tasting. Elena responded, matching his urgency even as panic fluttered in her chest.

Elian gasped, arching into the touch. Resistance crumbled. Elian surged up, crashing their mouths together in a messy, desperate kiss. Tongues tangled, Kael dominating with deep thrusts, tasting of smoke and wild forests. He shoved Elian back onto the silken sheets, stripping away clothes with efficient growls—tunic torn aside, trousers yanked down, leaving Elian bare and aching.

“That is enough.” They began walking out of the club together, the neon lights dimming behind them. As they moved through the crowd, Elena’s thoughts betrayed her. The kiss replayed itself in her mind. Eamon had kissed her. Her CEO. Her boss. The vampire CEO of Lunaris Tech Innovation had kissed her, passionately, deeply, like he had been holding back for far too long. And worse— far worse was that she had responded. Not out of confusion, not out of rebellion, but with a hunger she hadn’t known she possessed.

And to confess how much he loved Elena. "I beg you, Evan! You know I can't accept any of this," Elena sobbed, "I want you, Evan!" Elena rose on her tiptoes, reaching for Evander's lips. Kissing him. The man instantly froze, his defenses crumbling. Evander's hands pulled Elena closer by her waist, embracing her and deepening their kiss. Elena moaned as she felt Evander's hands gently caress her back, leaving a trail of heat through the thin fabric that separated them.

Every tree was trimmed to perfection. Ava walked beside Damon, hands tucked into her coat, the air cold enough to bite her fingertips. He hadn’t said anything in five minutes. She finally broke the silence. “So. Which donor are we charming today?” He looked ahead, jaw tight. “Eleanor St. James. You’ll like her. She’s not real.” Ava blinked. “Not… real?” “She pretends to care about endangered art and underfunded youth orchestras. Really, she just collects secrets like they’re antique coins. You’ll get along.”

Her thighs clamped around my head as she shook violently. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I groaned deeply and exploded in her mouth, pumping thick ropes of cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop, moaning greedily as she milked me dry. We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, her pussy still pressed against my face. Elena finally lifted herself off me, turned around, and kissed me deeply, tasting both of us on our tongues. “I’ve needed this for so long,” she whispered against my lips, her eyes dark with lust.

Elena rolled her eyes, stepping out of the car. He closed the door behind her, before leaning against it, watching as she walked away from him. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He called after her, the corner of his sinful mouth tipped up. Elena halted, spinning around to face him. “What?” “A kiss.” Elena scoffed, shaking her head. “You wish.” “Don’t I?” “No.” “Don’t you wanna thank me for the lovely evening?”

Her dress rode higher, and her hands clutched at his shirt, fingers trembling. “God, you’re…” he whispered, trailing kisses down her jaw, “...unreal.” She barely heard him. All she could think about was how he tasted, how he felt, how much she didn’t want this to stop. As they broke the kiss, Elena fell back onto the bed, dress riding high on her thighs. Ryan stood above her, chest rising and falling, eyes locked to her lips. She didn’t wait and pulled him down and kissed him again. Ryan's hands roamed her curves, squeezing and caressing through the thin fabric of her dress. Elena moaned into the kiss, her own fingers tangling in his hair.