Elena Undone Kiss Novels & Stories

Fuck any amount of money he has; this kiss is worth more than a million dollars. A sexual shiver runs down my spine as I allow myself to press harder against his warm and inviting body. My desires have now turned into reality as the lemon taste slides across my tongue creating a magical and very sensual moment. He gently slides his fingers into the band of my jeans, lightly sliding them against the lowest part of my back and the top part of my ass.

he whispered again. I felt a shiver run down my spine as Tom's words echoed in my mind. I knew I should resist, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own. I leaned in, my lips meeting Tom's in a fierce and passionate kiss. As we kissed, Tom's hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and contour. I felt myself getting lost in the sensation, my heart racing with excitement. Suddenly, Tom pulled back, his eyes blazing with intensity. "I want you, Elliana," he growled, his voice low and husky. "I want all of you."

I closed my eyes as I tried to force my frustration down deep, I knew he wouldn't give into me straight away but I was seconds away from combustion. I focused on my breathing as he kissed my collar bone whilst wrapping his hands around my back, immediately unlatching the hooks of my bra letting it drop to the floor. My nipples were hardening as I felt the cold air touch my skin. I finally felt what I was waiting for, my button was undone and he parted my trousers.

Chris looked up at her, "I'm calling the man in charge to give him the name." When the person on the other side answered, he didn't bother to great him, "it's Maya Rollins," he knew he understood and with that he hung up the call. To him, the game of chess was far from over as long as the queen was unprotected he will make sure he destroyed her completely. *********

He had moved up a bit, his breath hot and heavy, whispering in her ear as he trailed his hand up her abdomen. "I— " His hands stopped, his small kisses ceased, but his breath still fanning over her ear, he whispered "Just say the words, break up with me. Now." The room was quiet, only Elena's heavy breathing could be heard. The ball was in her court now, she could end this and walk away with her dignity… but those hands, so rough yet tender and how they moved on her skin, she wanted more, she needed it. "Kiss me." She said instead.

"Here's your basket sir." ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ During the entire ride, I held onto her hand and I would occasionally give it a kiss. We set up in a secluded area and sat. We would feed each other and I would lean in to kiss the smears near her mouth. She shocked me when she got onto my lap facing me and lowered her mouth to mine for a kiss. "Cole, thank you for showing me another side of you. I should say I like this version better." "I told you that I wanted to make this work between us. I meant it."

There was no sound save from the sound of the music, echoing faintly from the party scene which was barely heard. They stared at each other amid the darkness, the sound of their heart thump-thump as their emotions arose rapidly, then George held her face and kissed her passionately. “I love you very much, Nasha. I have been thinking about you for the past few days. Please, be my girlfriend, I promise to protect you!” A sonorous voice cried out. She hastily unlocked her lips from his’ as if she was being stung by a bee then said, “I’m afraid, I don’t think that I can do this. I just can’t…”

Something controlled. Like a storm hiding beneath expensive suits and calm eyes. “You can still leave,” he said quietly. She should have. God, she should have. But loneliness was a dangerous thing. And tonight she was drowning in it. So instead, Elena reached for him first. The moment his hands touched her waist, everything inside her unraveled. The kiss was hungry. Desperate. Not soft. Not sweet. Two broken strangers trying to escape themselves for one reckless night. And for those few hours— Elena forgot Ryan. Forgot betrayal. Forgot pain.

anticipation and nerves. The door opened, and Dante entered with Elena. She wore a black silk robe that ended mid-thigh, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. When her eyes met mine, I felt that pull again—desire, curiosity, connection. "Stand," Dante commanded. I stood. He circled me slowly, possessive hands roaming over my body. "Tonight is different," he said. "Tonight, I'm going to watch you with Elena. Really be with her. Explore her body, let her explore yours. Learn what it means to be with a woman." His hand cupped my face. "This is about you discovering this part of yourself. I'll guide you, instruct you, but this is your journey. Understood?" "Yes, Sir." He looked at Elena. "S

Elena pressed her fingers to her lips, the taste of him still there—bittersweet, dangerous, unforgettable. She sank onto the couch, exhaling shakily. It wasn’t just the kiss. It was what it meant. A fracture in his control. A signal that something deep inside Damian Cross was beginning to unravel. And if she wasn’t careful, she’d be pulled into that unraveling too. Her phone buzzed. A message flashed across the screen. > Unknown Number: You think you can handle him, Elena? You have no idea who he really is. Her heart stopped. Another message followed, seconds later.